And that’s exactly how I want it.
Business in Love(SS#10)
Business in Love
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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SHORT STORIES, 10
FLORA FERRARI
Copyright © 2021 by Flora Ferrari
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
Business in Love
Brianna
Moving to the city is something I’ve always wanted to do. I want to make it as a business tycoon...but now I’ve met a man who wants to give me all of that and more...
Vincent
I never expected to fall for the new recruit in my business. She’s peachy keen and ready for anything in the world of business...but is she ready for me?
*insta-everything standalone with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
Chapter One
Brianna
The city stretches out before me as I step out of the subway. All of the tall buildings tower over me, making me feel two inches tall. I can barely believe I’ve finally made it here. This is my dream come true.
I’ve always wanted to come to New York and make my fortune. I’ve just finished up my business degree, and I’ve been looking for a leg up into the industry. I’ve been frantically researching companies where I know my skills will be valued. Now, I have an interview at one of the fastest-growing businesses in the city, a sustainable coffee business. Not only do I love the product - I’ve been drinking their caramel coffee throughout my time at university - but I also know that I’m a perfect fit for their company. I’ve had my own coffee blog for several years, and my social media account has promoted their products more than once. I know their company inside out, I know their audience, and did I mention I love their product. I’d be the perfect Head of Marketing for them. Surely I’m going to ace this interview with no issues?
But I know there will be a lot of competition. They are one of the fastest-growing companies in the country. I know they’re raking in money faster than they can churn out their product. It sells out in supermarkets everywhere. They need someone experienced, someone driven and someone cocksure. But I know that they’ll take one look at me and see a baby-faced young girl who is fresh out of college. I feel my heart sink in my chest. Maybe I’m not destined for this job, after all. There will be other opportunities, of course, but this one feels so perfect that I’m having trouble coming to terms with the fact that I might not get it.
I walk the streets of the city, trying to psyche myself up. I can’t let myself get nervous now. I interview well, but only when I fully believe in myself. I’m going to need to pull all of my tricks out of the bag to secure this position. There’s no room for mistakes.
At least I’m early. I flew out yesterday from Washington and got a hotel to make sure I’d be fresh this morning, and there’s still another half an hour before my interview. I head straight inside the building, keeping my head held high as I explain who I am and why I’m here to the receptionist. She directs me through the building to where the other applicants are waiting. When I enter the waiting room, I gasp out loud.
There must be at least seventy other candidates in this room. So many people have turned up that they’ve run out of seating, and most people are standing up. I stand among them all, my heart racing. I knew there would be fierce competition, but I never imagined there would be so many people desperate for the job. I get that sinking feeling inside me again. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I should come back when I have more experience. Not many twenty-one year olds are hired to be the Head of Marketing in a company like this, after all. I should leave now instead of embarrassing myself.
But something keeps me rooted where I am. I’ve never been the sort of person to give up on a dream, even if it seems hopeless. I have as much right to be here as anyone else, I suppose. I stand my ground, focussing on my breathing. I’ve got nothing to lose by staying, and nothing to gain by leaving. I need to stick this out.