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MidReal Story
The Billionaire's Obsession
Scenario:im a young women who get a job at a big company. I have a qualifying interview right now
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Alessandro Moretti
a powerful and influential businessman. He is ruthless, dominant, and calculating. Alessandro is known for his ability to manipulate people and situations to his advantage. He has a complicated past with his father, who he feels abandoned him. Despite his tough exterior, he has a soft spot for those in need and is fiercely protective of those he cares about. His relationship with Isabella is complex, marked by both attraction and tension.
Isabella Martinez
resilient, and resourceful. Isabella faces numerous challenges in her life, including poverty and family struggles. Despite her circumstances, she remains optimistic and driven to improve her situation. Her encounter with Alessandro leads to unexpected complications that challenge her resolve and force her to confront her feelings about him.
Lucas Moretti
reckless, and impulsive. Lucas often finds himself in trouble due to his carefree nature but manages to charm his way out of most situations. His relationship with Alessandro is strained as he struggles with the weight of responsibility placed upon him by their father's expectations.
"So, Miss Martinez..."
I began, causing her to sit up straight.
"Yes, Mr. Moretti."
She replied in a voice that was so soft it could kill.
I nodded my head, signifying her to continue.
"My name is Isabella Martinez and I am here to have an interview for the position of an administrative assistant."
She replied in a manner that was too good for the position that she was applying for.
I raised an eyebrow and she swallowed.
"I studied business administration, sir. I am proficient in Microsoft, Word, Excel..."
She rattled off other qualities that made her a good candidate for the position.
I cut her off mid-sentence.
"Alright, I think I have heard enough."
I said in a tone that was not pleasing at all.
She swallowed and looked at me with eyes that shined like emeralds.
"Yes, sir."
She replied softly.
I leaned back in my chair and steepled my fingers together; my eyes never left hers.
My gaze was piercing; my eyes were blades that could slice through her like paper if she lied to me.
"Are you certain that you have no experience in the field that you are applying for?"
I asked in a tone that caused her to swallow and bristle.
She hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, which was modestly down to her knees.
The sunlight streaming through my window caught the slight tremor in her hand, but her eyes were steady on mine.
She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders before giving a firm nod.
I could see more in her eyes than she could ever tell me with her answers.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my mahogany desk.
The silence between us was thick and heavy like fog.
I watched as she parted her lips to speak.
"Yes, sir. I am certain."
I leaned back in my chair, studying her.
Something about her composure intrigued me.
Most candidates would have crumbled under my interrogation by now.
But not Isabella Martinez.
She sat straighter, her shoulders squared despite the nervousness that was evident in her eyes.
The sun streaming through my office windows caught on the simple silver necklace around her neck, drawing my attention to the slender column of her throat.
Her resume lay forgotten on my desk as I considered the possibilities.
She was hiding something, that much was clear.
But there was a determination in her eyes that I couldn't ignore.
After another moment of tense silence, I reached for my phone and pressed the intercom.
"Cancel my next appointment, please," I said, my eyes still locked on hers.
Isabella's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise breaking through her composed facade.
"Mr. Moretti, if I may ask, why are you really interested in my background?" she inquired, her voice steady but laced with curiosity.
I leaned forward across my desk, studying her face intently.
Her fingers twisted the silver chain at her neck, but she didn't break eye contact.
"You have potential, Isabella," I said, watching her carefully for any sign of deception.
"But there are gaps in your employment history that raise questions."
Her body tensed visibly at my words, and I noted the faintest flicker of something like fear in her eyes.
I reached for a file on my desk and flipped it open, scanning the contents before speaking.
"Your emergency contact form lists a Rafael Martinez as your brother. Is that correct?"
I asked, watching her closely for any sign of deception.
"Yes," she replied, her voice steady despite the obvious tension in her body.
"He is my older brother."
I nodded thoughtfully, recalling the name from our company's security team.
Rafael Martinez had been with us for five years, earning a reputation as one of our most skilled and dedicated guards.
It was clear that Isabella was hiding her connection to him, but why?
Was she trying to avoid accusations of nepotism?
Or was there more to the story?
I tapped my pen against her resume, letting the silence stretch out between us.
Her fingers tightened around the silver chain at her neck, a subtle sign of discomfort.
I studied her face, searching for any sign of deception.
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her eyes darting toward the door before returning to mine.
The connection between Isabella and Rafael Martinez was undeniable, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story.
Rafael was one of our most reliable security guards, but his sister had deliberately omitted mentioning him in her application.
I pulled up his employee file on my computer, scanning through his impeccable record while keeping Isabella in my peripheral vision.
She watched me intently, her emerald eyes following my every movement.
"Can you tell me more about your previous workplace, Stellar Industries?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.
Isabella's body tensed visibly at the mention of the company name.
The recent bankruptcy and fraud scandal surrounding Stellar Industries had been all over the news.
It was a high-profile case that had sent shockwaves through the business community.
Her voice was barely above a whisper as she replied, "I was there until the very end, Mr. Moretti."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her admission.
"And did you have any involvement in the... irregularities that were discovered?"
Her face went white at my accusation, but before she could respond, the office lights began to flicker.
The fluorescent bulbs overhead pulsed erratically, casting strange shadows across Isabella's face.
Her eyes darted toward the ceiling, and I followed her gaze.
The building's backup generators should have kicked in immediately, ensuring that the power outage didn't affect our operations.
But instead, darkness enveloped us.
I stood abruptly, my eyes scanning the cityscape beyond my floor-to-ceiling windows.
Other buildings were going dark as well, their lights extinguished like candles snuffed out by an unseen hand.
Car alarms blared from the street below, a cacophony of horns and sirens that echoed through the city.
Isabella rose from her chair, her movement sudden and jerky as she turned toward me.
"Mr. Moretti, we need to leave now," she urged, her voice cutting through the chaos with an urgency that left no room for hesitation.
Through the darkness, I heard the soft click of her heels against the floor as she moved toward the door.
The emergency lights should have activated by now, casting a warm glow over our escape route.
But the darkness persisted, and something was very wrong with our systems.
I followed the sound of Isabella's footsteps, my hand brushing against my desk to guide me through the familiar space.
And then, without warning, the main lights flickered back to life.
The sudden illumination revealed Rafael standing in my office doorway, his security uniform a crisp reminder of his presence.
His smile was calm and reassuring, but there was a tension in his stance that betrayed his awareness of the situation.
Isabella froze mid-step between us, her shoulders rigid as she turned to face her brother.
"Rafael, what's happening?" she asked, her voice steady but her eyes searching his for answers.
Rafael's gaze flickered between us, his smile never wavering.
"I'm not sure, Isabella," he replied, his voice low and controlled.
"But I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."
With a fluid motion, he turned and strode past Isabella to the far corner of my office.
I watched him move with a practiced ease that belied the chaos around us.
He seemed to know exactly where he was going, even in the dim light.
As he reached the corner, he dropped to one knee beside a panel I had never noticed before.
It was hidden behind an ornamental plant, blending seamlessly into the wall.
His fingers traced the surface of the wall until they found a small switch concealed within the intricate pattern of tiles.
With a quick flick of his wrist, he activated the switch, and a low hum filled the room.
The auxiliary power systems were coming online, restoring essential services throughout the building.
One by one, the lights flickered back to life, casting a warm glow over my office once more.
Isabella's shoulders relaxed slightly as she realized we were safe, but her eyes darted between Rafael and me with a mixture of confusion and concern.