A Game of Desire

eady to power through another dull, mind numbing shift. I had done this job long enough t

a sip of cold water after trudging through the desert. For about two minutes,

d call? A

am. I sighed and answered, putting on my most polished,

is Haylee. How can

through the rece

or hours! Does anyone in your

cing myself. Here we go. "I apolog

ould be delivered yesterday, and yet here I am, having to ch

tion, ma'am. According to our logs, the paperwork was delivered to the department you

ooking for it?" she scoffed. "Wh

uld not see me. "Ma'am, I can certainly reach out on your

solutely useless! First, you lose my paperwork, and now y

e phone. Deep breaths, Hayl

that the paperwork was processed correctly. However, i

und," she hissed. "What I need

lt with difficult customers before, but somethi

flatly, pressing the transfer butt

aned back in my chair, rubbing my

out. Maybe Ryan had a point. Maybe his

t the endless loop of frustrations that came with working as a receptionist for a small organization handl

lls went exactly the same way. I was getting the brunt of other people's problems while no one noticed the

uldn't be so bad to try something new. Maybe a bigger company would be better. After all, wasn't

hard I tried, the feeling wouldn't go away-something had to change. I couldn't keep doin

make it happen-at least the office would finally serve a purpose in my favor. I typed in Knight Enterprises and, to my surprise, saw the positi

nse which was actually shocking. My phone buzzed with an unknown number, and when I picked up, a prof

in shock.

y, but inside, adrenaline and excitement coursed through me. Coul

e shirt tucked into a black skirt that hit just above my knees hugging my curves and making my ass look bigger, p

nd drifting to Ryan. How did he even find out about this job? It w

The name Knight Enterprises was boldly displayed at the top, exuding power and pr

floors, high ceilings, employees in sleek suits m

ediately, still feeling a bit nervous

an interview for 8am, and I am here for an interv

k at her computer before she res

artins,"

screen again. "Oh," she muttered before typing something. "You

replied as I walked

g patiently in a room. I hesitated before asking, "I was

response. They were all too absorbed in their phones or their own

in a black suit, neatly l

" he c

s away from me immediately

an eternity. My fingers fidgeted with the hem of my skirt as I tried to steady my nerves. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of a

ck suit returned, clipboard

e here, I

e follow m

ulate-floor-to-ceiling windows, sleek black furniture, and employees moving efficiently like they belo

with frosted glass, and he gestured

breath, I st

esk, her dark hair pulled into a severe bun. Her sharp eyes

it." she

y hands resting

rises," she said, flipping through my resume with a blank expre

equate. "Well, I have experience handling administrati

her brow. "You worked as a receptio

defensive. "It involved multitasking a

o you think that qualifies you for a position at one

like I had just wandered in off the stree

uickly, and I'm looking for a challenge that allows me to grow. I know Kn

love a good challenge? Nothing excites me more than unnecessary stress, long hours, and

esk, completely unfazed. "You do realize th

nt? Here I was thinking I ap

t to stay in check reminding

desk job. It requires availability at all times, absolute discretion, and the ability to h

second before nodding

my resume down. "Alright. You'll hear from us withi