Chris Evans- The Meeting (part 1)
I smoothed out my black pencil skirt as I stood in the elevator, straightening out my blouse and letting out a shaky breath as I rehearsed everything in my head. This is the most important interview I’ve been to, so I need to make sure I say all the right things. I closed my eyes and recited everything in my head, breathing deeply.
The lift came to a stop and the doors opened with a ding, and I opened my eyes only for my gaze to land upon a tall, suited figure who was stepping into the elevator. My breath hitched slightly as I took in the appearance of the man who had not yet spared me a glance. His beard was scruffy, his light brown hair perfectly styled. Whoever he was, he intrigued me. He was clean cut, wearing a blue suit with polished black shoes and a perfectly aligned spotted grey tie.
The man pressed a button for his floor and turned to face me as the doors closed, my eyes suddenly meeting his beautiful blue orbs. His lips instantly turned up into a small side grin.
“Hi.”
God, his voice was sexy too. The lord is either with or against me right now.
“Uh, um.. hi.” I stuttered out, face palming internally at how pathetic I sounded. Nice going, jackass. My cheeks heated up while he chuckled deeply.
“I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?” His voice was rough but velvety soft, it was the most audibly pleasing sound I’ve ever heard.
“No. Well, erm- I have an interview today.” Smiling nervously up at him, I mentally applauded myself for managing to form a sentence without sounding illiterate.
Just as I answered him, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I cleared my throat quietly and once again smiled at the stranger, whose gaze was on me the whole time.
“Well… bye.” Could I have sounded more awkward? Probably not. I went to step into the hallway as the man’s voice blessed my ears once again.
“Good luck,” the stranger grinned at me from inside the lift, “and relax. You’ll be fine.”
As I smiled back at him, the doors closed and I was left staring at my hazy reflection in the shiny metal. Jeez, that was the most awkward encounter of my entire life, but his looks made it worth the pain my pride felt.
Taking a deep breath, I walked to the reception desk and I was asked to take a seat in the waiting area while I waited for the interviewer. My foot tapped nervously and five whole minutes passed before someone came to get me and I was taken to a quiet room at the end of a long hallway. Closing my eyes briefly, I somehow calmed myself and entered the interview room with a friendly smile on my face. Thankfully, the interviewers were incredibly nice and seemed pleased with the answers I provided to their questions.
“Well, thank you for your time miss. We will have someone call you with the news before this evening.”
Saying my goodbyes, I left the room feeling confident and proud of myself. Upon leaving the tall company building I hailed a cab to take me back to my apartment that I shared with my friend, Chrissy. The cab dropped me off on my block, and I quickly paid the driver before hopping out and practically running into my apartment.
“Chrissy!” I shouted as I slammed the door shut and slipped my shoes off before running into the kitchen, finding her sat on a stool eating cereal in her pyjamas.
“Blimey, what is it? Was it an ex? Did you see Lady Gaga?!” She stared at me wide eyes in shock as she threw questions at me.
“What? No! Ok, brace yourself. I saw the most attractive guy EVER today. I’m talking ‘instantly drop to your knees’ kind of attractive. Tall, sexy, UGH. I’m still in shock.” I held my hand to my chest and babbled to Chrissy as she took huge mouthfuls of cereal, listening intently.
“Mm,” she held up a hand to stop me as she swallowed, “sounds gorgeous. What colour were his eyes, what was he wearing?” Her eyes narrowed as she grilled me and took another mouthful of food.
“This amazing fitted blue suit. Let me tell you, his biceps looked so good. Oh, and he had blue eyes,” I sighed as I remembered how gorgeous he was. Chrissy groaned as she chewed; we have similar taste in men.
“God, blue eyes are my weakness. They’re like an ocean I would gladly drown in.” I giggled as Chrissy wiggles her eyebrows at me and stood to put her bowl in the sink. “So, how’d the interview go? Did you get the job?”
“It was great, actually, they’re gonna call me sometime today- which reminds me,” I rummaged through my bag to retrieve my phone, “I need to make sure my ringer is on.”
“Girl, you’re gonna get it. You have way too many pros in your resume not to, it’s like a hundred pages long!” Chrissy exclaimed. I have to admit, I feel pretty confident about this.
“Thanks, Chris. You got any plans today? I’m thinking, Man of Steel and pizza.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her and watched her eyes light up at the mention of her favourite movie.
“Bitch, you BET I’m free. Get your pyjamas on, I’ll set it up and order the pizza!” She squealed and ran off to set up the TV. I laughed at her excitement and quickly changed into short pyjamas, throwing an oversized tee on and putting my hair up in a high ponytail. Within an hour the pizza had arrived and we were ready to start watching the movie, and I made sure I had my phone next to me so I wouldn’t miss a call if I received one.
“Ugh, what a MAN. Seriously, if he crashed into my back yard, I’d give him much more than a place to stay.” Chrissy mumbled as Henry Cavill came on screen, almost making me choke on mine.
“Honestly, I can’t disagree. I’d let superman snap me like a twig.” I put down my pizza slice and got up from the couch.
We finished Man of Steel and watched a few episodes of The Vampire Diaries. I stood up and stretched a little, and realised how thirsty I was after the pizza.
“Hey, you want a drink?”
“Nah I’m good babe, be quick or you’ll miss the good b- ooh, my boy Matty blue is on, be quiet!” Chrissy shooed me away as I laughed and made my way to the kitchenette. I grabbed a glass and was filling it with water when I suddenly heard my phone’s ringtone go off loudly, making me drop the glass which somehow didn’t smash. Bolting over to the couch, I grabbed my phone as Chrissy paused the movie.
“Hello?” I tried to sound as polite and friendly as possible, and like I hadn’t just ran to pick up the call.
“Miss Y/L/N? Hi, it’s Evans & Co. here. We’re calling about your interview this morning.” A pleasant female voice informed me from the other end. Chrissy stared at me expectantly as she took another bite of her pizza.
“Oh, hello! Thank you for contacting me.” I made sure to smile as I spoke- mom always said they can hear the smile in your voice.
“Well, we have good news- you got the job!” I gasped quietly and jumped up and down briefly before she began to speak again, “are you able to start on Monday at 9am?”
That gave me two days to get some new clothes for the office and celebrate.
“Yes, of course! Thank you so much for this, I’ll be there at 9am on the dot!” Grinning from ear to ear, I said goodbye and hung up the phone.
“You got it?!” Chrissy stood up, dropping her pizza slice in the process.
“Yes! I’m staring on Monday! This is amazing, we are DEFINITELY going shopping!” I exclaimed and hugged Chrissy, the two of us jumping up and down excitedly.
“Congrats! Oh my god, we have to go out and celebrate. It’s nearly,” she paused to check her phone, “4 o'clock now, why don’t we get ready to go for dinner somewhere?”
Briefly discussing where to eat, we agreed on a nice restaurant in the city, and ran off to get ready. We both take ages to get ready, so there was no rush.
We left the flat at 5, and managed to get a table at this restaurant which was rather busy tonight. Chrissy insisted on getting a glass of champagne each, so we both sipped our champagne while we ate.
That night when we got home, we were ever so slightly tipsy, but I had the best sleep ever.
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Monday morning rolled in, and I woke to my alarm at 7am feeling somewhat refreshed having gone to bed early. I groggily dragged myself out of bed and showered, yawning as I got dressed in my new clothes I had bought on Saturday and dried my hair. Applying some makeup, I made sure I looked good enough for an office but not too glam. Subtle glam. Yeah, that’s totally it.
Slipping on my court heels, I scribbled a note for Chrissy and slapped it onto the kitchen counter before checking the time; 8:15. I grabbed my bag and shoved my phone in it, checked my appearance once again, and set off outside. The cab I had booked the day before was waiting for me at the side of the road, and I jumped in and gave the driver my destination. I arrived at the large company building at 8:50, thankfully I was on time. By the time I got to my floor, it was 8:55, and I stepped out of the elevator only to see the woman who had interviewed me.
“Ah, Y/N! My name is Lexie Hardwell, call me Lexie. I’m in charge of this floor, so I’ll give you a tour and then you can get to work!” Lexie beamed at me making me feel much more relaxed.
The tour of the floor didn’t take long, and I was soon sat at my very own desk. During the lunch break I managed to chat with my new coworkers, who were thankfully very nice. The day passed surprisingly quickly and I was loving the new job, which consisted of sorting paperwork and doing online work with a bunch of figures.
“So, how was your first day?” Lisa, my new coworker, was chatting to me as we left the office and made our way to the elevator.
“It was great! I really enjoyed it, I’m so glad I get on with you guys as well,” I smiled at her as we waited to reach the ground floor.
“Oh, just WAIT till you meet the boss. His name’s Chris Evans, he owns the company. He is so dreamy,” she pretended to fan herself as she chatted away. “He’s tall, handsome, and his voice alone could make your knees weak. Trust me.”
I chuckled and told her I hadn’t, but I was now very intrigued. Hopefully soon I’ll meet the almighty Chris Evans.
As we walked through the lobby, in the corner of my eye I saw a familiar figure quickly approaching from my left. I nearly choked on air as I turned my head to look at him, only to see the sex god I shared the elevator with on the day of the interview. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he walked toward me like a freaking runway model and his eyes met mine, and he winked at me as he walked past me toward the lifts.
Lisa grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out of the building and the evening sun hit me as we stood by the entrance.
“Girl, did you see him?!” She whispered loudly, “isn’t he so hot?!”
“Um, hell yeah! I’d have to be blind not to see how good looking he was,” I breathed out and looked through the glass door into the lobby, remembering those crystal blue eyes. “Who is he?”
“He- who is he?! It’s him. That, honey, was Mr Evans- our boss.”
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A/N
Legit just decided to write this because Chris is ultimate daddy and I love daddies lmao
Thanks for reading!