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attractive man I had ever seen, like a model in a business magazine with perfectly golden tanned skin and sharp, contoured features. Just the sight of him sent a thrill through my body. He wore a dark, expensive-looking and perfectly tailored suit that gave off an air of authority. He looked cold and imposing, despite the tiny smile that played at his lips as I walked towards him.
     
    “Blake Harrison,” his deep, sensual voice intoned as he stretched out a hand.  “Please, have a seat.” He gestured to the chair that sat opposite his desk.
     
    I studied my employer as I slid into the seat and perched on the edge, my legs crossed to the side and my hands crossed in my lap carefully. Everything about this man was intimidating. From his sharp, perfectly cut bone structure to his piercing green eyes and chestnut hair marked by a few small streaks of grey, Mr. Harrison looked like the epitome of a CEO. He looked to be in his mid forties, but he didn’t have any of the settled, slowed-down appearance of many men that age. He was incredibly attractive, but not in a silly, boyish way. His appearance screamed of intelligence, sophistication, money, and power. Everything about him was sharp, from the cut of his jaw to the fit of his suit.
     
    I felt like a silly little small town girl next to this man. I was worried he would send me home right away when he saw that I could never fit in in such a place, never live up to the sophistication of his world.
     
    “So Grace Martin, I understand from the email you sent me that you have no prior business experience.”
     
    “No,” I admitted, swallowing hard under his icy gaze.
     
    “Good,” he responded.
     
    I looked up in surprise.  “Good?” I repeated in confusion.
     
    “I find so many schools and businesses instill terrible habits in people. I’ve tried hiring many people who’ve had all original and creative thought stomped out of them by the time they reach me. I would rather hire someone who is smart and motivated, but is a clean slate.” Mr. Harrison kept his gaze leveled at me as he spoke.
     
    I was too afraid to even blink and break his intense eye contact. Something about my new employer terrified me. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what it was. So far he had been generous and welcoming, but there was something behind his sharp green eyes and in the way he looked at me that made me feel uneasy.
     
    “Here are some client portfolios,” Mr. Harrison said, handing me a huge stack of binders. “I want you to go through each one and reorganize the information in a clear, visually pleasing, and intelligent way. Use your judgment. Leave them outside my office when you are done.”
     
    I nodded as I lifted the heavy stack with both arms and placed it on my lap.
     
    He continued. “This afternoon, I would like you to compile some research on each of these clients for me to look over. I need you to be thorough because I will be using it to come up with my presentation to the board on what direction we should be taking when I retake my position there later this month.”
     
    “I understand,” I replied, my voice coming out as a small nervous squeak. I flushed, feeling his judgmental eyes on me.
     
    “That will be all.”
     
    “Thank you.” My voice came out more composed, so I pressed further. “And thank you for taking the chance on hiring me. You won’t be disappointed.”
     
    Mr. Harrison looked up from the papers he had already turned his attention to and gave me a long, thoughtful look.
     
    “That remains to be seen,” was his only reply as he returned his attention to the papers.
     
    I grabbed the binders and hoisted them up in my arms, trying my best to walk out of the room with poise and confidence. Instead, my arms and legs wobbled as I tried to carry the heavy binders while balancing on the heels of the shiny black pumps that I wasn’t used to wearing.
     
    I found my way to the library that Jane had pointed out the night before.