Taming the Devil

On a Friday morning in a self contained apartment. 

Ring!....ring!!......ring!!!

She stretch out her hand to put the alarm off but curse midway.

"what the heck!" She quickly hopped out of bed to check the alarm on the table.

"My first day of work starts off badly, I can't believe my alarm has been ringing for thirty minutes. Geez!"

She rushed into the bathroom and had a speed bath, dressed up and left the house hurriedly. She went to the bus station and board a bus.

Finally arriving at the MARS building, she was marveled at the glorious building in front of her. And going in were other job seekers, and judging from their expressions; she couldn't help but pray within her.

"Oh father Lord, please help me!" She gave a small prayer.

Her inner conscience gave a speed walk, but her body gave nice walk instead, into the reception area, and she sat down gently.

"Isabelle Brown!" The receptionist called.  

"Yes!" she replied, raising up her hand as she took a walk to the receptionist desk.

The woman at the desk wore a shirt so tight you fear it's going to split into half, and a much red lipstick more necessary for work. She took a rude look at Isabelle, before dropping the pass card on the desk for her to pick.

"The forth floor." She picked the pass without a thank you and left wondering if she has met her before, or somewhere? She took a turn to the elevator and found out there was a queue and decided to use the stairs.

*

“Fourth floor, ah.. finally." She sighed, finally getting to the forth floor just as a girl ran past her. What’s going on here? She thought to herself as she walked to the office door. The door was slightly open but still she knocked. 

Not hearing any response, she slowly open the door to an empty office with the chair backing the table.  

“Get out!” She heard a deep masculine voice, which unexpectedly send shivers down her spine. But how could she get out when she is here for a job? And this is the only office here, if she wasn't mistaken.

“I…I am..”

“Get out now!” the voice commanded again, and this time she couldn't help but look out and look back in. People aren't coming, that's strange. The chair slowly turns revealing the face that makes up every woman fantasies, yet they reveal no emotions. He pause mid sentence as he shamelessly scanned her from head to toe. 

“Who sent you here?” he asked.

“I am here to...”

“it’s my Aunt again right?, let’s not worry about that, let's say I can manage you for now, let’s see what you’ve got. Undress!”

“What?!"

“You can’t? Then get out!”

Bang!

The receptionist rushed in unannounced frightening Isabelle while the man behind the desk just sit there calmly like nothing freaks him. 

“I am sorry for barging in like that sir, this girl missed her way intentionally." The receptionist quickly said while scoffing at Isabelle.

“She is supposed to go to the fourth for an interview sir."

Isabelle couldn’t believe her eyes because the shirt button of the receptionist was opened to her cleavage and she seem to be seducing the man rather than talking to him, with this kind of man who wouldn’t do anything to get noticed.

“I counted the floors as…” Isabelle tried to defend herself.

“What did you mean you counted the floors?” the receptionist rudely interrupted.

“There was a queue for the elevator so I took the stairs and cou…”

“Leave us alone.” The man coldly interrupted rendering Isabelle speechless.

“Are you deaf” The receptionist shouted at me.

“Yes, I mean…”