‘Are you going to cry?’ he asked, tilting his head to the side.
‘No…I just-‘
‘Good. I don’t know what to do when a woman cries.’ Nathan said.
She stiffened, a vein in her forehead beginning to throb. ‘Thank you for your time, Mr. Blackwood’ her heart pounded in hot anger as she made an attempt to get up and leave his bloody office and ugly personality.
‘But…I can think of a position that I think you will be qualified for. What would you say to be my personal assistant? You will be responsible for running my errands, and handling my emails. You will be asked to work longer hours, and sometimes on the weekend as well. You will be compensated heavily, of course.’
She drew a series of long, deep breaths until the tension in her began to lessen. ‘Mr. Blackwood if you’d just-‘
‘I urge you to give me an answer before you walk out that door because I can easily find someone who would love to do the job.’
Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her nose and repressed the urge to throw back her head and scream. ‘Yes, but-‘
He looked away from her and glanced down at the papers in front of him. ‘Have a good day, Ms. Andrews.’

This was her chance. This was the perfect opportunity, and she was hesitating. Why?
‘I’ll take it! I’ll take the job.’ Clamping her lips together, she swallowed the bitterness rising in her throat and, instead, eyed him with disdain. ‘Mr. Blackwood, are you listening? I said I’ll take the job.’ Her entire body thrumming with agitation, she clenched her hands to white-knuckled fists under the desk as he ignored her.
‘I’ll see you on Monday at eight o’clock,’ he dismissed without even bothering to look at her.
‘Thank you so much! I’d not let-‘
He interrupted, ‘See yourself out.’
What an ass. Jeraldine silently walked out of the office, her mind replaying the 20 minutes of conversation she had with him, and through those minutes, he never said anything nice to her.
Remember, Jeraldine. You work for him now. Oh yes, how unfortunate for her. If she hadn’t been so desperate to get this job, she would have told him for the arrogant man that he was. But she couldn’t. Too much was at stake now, her father’s death and his innocence.
She just hoped she would survive working for Nathan Blackwood and get this thing over with soon. She had to move on, and she could only do that when she had the proof that she needed.