Page 16 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby
I crossed my arms over my chest. “What did you enjoy about it so much?”
“I think it was the constant interaction with people. There was always a problem to solve and always something to do. I never got bored, and the days never seemed long.”
“So, you enjoy keeping busy.”
“Among other things, yes.”
I wanted to ask her what “other things,” but I resisted the urge. “Were you fired from your last job? Or did you quit?”
She drew in a deep breath. “I quit.”
“Why?”
She furrowed her brow. “Is that pertinent to the interview?”
“It is when I ask.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay… I quit because my boss kept coming on to me and HR didn’t want to do anything about it.”
“How many times did you report it to HR?”
She quipped back quickly. “Why? Because it’ll be my fault if I didn’t file a certain number of times?”
I shook my head. “Not at all. I’m merely curious.”
Her eyes flickered around my office before settling on my face again. “Five.”
What kind of incompetent, bullshit HR—“Well, rest assured that you won’t have that issue here. Unfortunately, most workplaces have complaints like that. However, we have strict protocols and investigations that occur whenever a complaint of that nature is filed. Everything is checked out, the offending parties are given a strict set of rules to live by, and if they break those rules, they’re gone.”
“That’s very good to know. Thank you.”
“No thanks needed. That type of behavior should never be tolerated in the workplace.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page, then.”
I drew in a sobering breath as my cock finally decided to calm down. “Your resume said you got your degree in college in art history?”
“I did, yes.”
“Yet, you want to be a secretary.”
She sighed. “Yeah, well. No one told me at eighteen how useless an art history degree would be without higher education. So, after digging myself into serious debt for my bachelor’s degree, I didn’t have a choice but to graduate and get a job to pay it off.”
“What was the big plan, then? You know, with your degree.”
She clicked her tongue. “I wanted to be a college professor and have my own art museum on the side. I paint and sculpt for my hobbies, and I wanted to build a place where those like myself and other community artists could have a space to not only rent out rooms to create their art but also have it displayed in the hopes of bringing home a little extra cash.”
I wasn’t sure what I expected from her answer, but I was thoroughly impressed. “Why don’t you do that, then?”
She sighed. “Oh, you know, money’s sort of a thing that people need to use, and I seem to be lacking in it.”
I grinned. “Hence this job interview?”
She snickered. “You know, I think you’re catching on now.”
The two of us laughed together for a little bit before I slipped back around behind my desk. I eased myself down into the chair as I felt Leslie’s eyes following me. And while I knew I needed to be asking her questions about her availability to work and the hours she could devote to the job, I found myself taking another route with my questions.
“So, you’re a mother?” I asked.
