Haunted

Jason’s pov

I was entering my office when my secretary approached with an application for someone who wanted a job as my personal assistant. My previous employees for the same position had proven to be just after my looks and money and not the job which should have been their utmost concern that I ended up firing them for being flirtatious or dressing skimpily to work. I was even thinking that maybe it was time I hired a man to be my personal assistant.

As I put my office bag on the large, mahogany table and took a seat I hoped the application was from a man this time but when I opened the application, I was met with the picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Just looking at the picture made my heart race with excitement. I skimmed through her application and I was impressed with her use of modest professional language, articulateness, and academic qualifications. Even before I interviewed her, I knew I was going to give her the job. But just as a formality, I informed my secretary to inform Zia to avail herself for the interview tomorrow. I even looked up her name on Facebook and I knew that she was single, like red roses, and black coffee, and had a best friend called Edna, her mom was late and she missed her dearly. Her smile did things to me and that night I stayed up late just looking at her photos. I was officially stalking her. What was happening to me? I had never in my life gotten so interested in someone to the point of stalking. It was like I was in a trance, autopilot even.

The following morning, I was so excited to get to work as it meant that I was going to meet this beautiful woman who had invaded my thoughts and dreams at night, Zia. I liked how her name rolled off my tongue like I was meant to be the only one to call her. A few minutes after getting to work, my secretary called that my 8 o' clock appointment was here. When I checked my watch I was impressed that she was early by fifteen minutes. I straightened my suit and even checked my reflection on the glass walls. Damn what was wrong with me? Never had meeting a woman made me so nervous.

When I opened the door, she was more beautiful in person than in the pictures and my breath was caught in my chest. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She stared at me for a while and when she stopped I felt hurt. I stretched out my hand to greet her and I felt tingles shoot up my arm when we touched so I let go of her hand. When she stood up to enter my office, I noticed how curvaceous she was even though she tried to hide her figure in clothes bigger than her size.

I began interviewing her and I noticed how she got annoyed when I said I want to know her more besides professionally proving to me that she wasn’t here for me but to work. I enjoyed watching her squirm when she said she was single and it made me happy to hear that because I was definitely going to shoot my shot. This was a chance I was not going to let pass by me. She was in the middle of explaining herself when Samantha rudely interrupted us and damn that woman got on my nerves. After cheating on me with two men one of whom was my brother she wanted me to take her back. the audacity of this woman knew no boundaries. I do not know what attracted me to this psychotic woman. I was never attracted to her, our parents pushed us to be together. Thank God I was able to get free from her manipulative clutches although that wasn't proving to be easy at the moment. It had to take me dragging her out of the room before she killed the innocent Zia. I was going to file a restraining order against her psycho-self.

When I got back I was in a sour mood and I did not want to subject Zia to my foul mood, that wouldn’t be fair at all. When I told her I would call back to resume the interview, I saw how she was designed and resigned and it broke my heart because at that moment she thought she had lost the job. Seeing her leave my office crushed my heart as I knew I was probably never going to see her again and I was not going to allow that to happen.

So a few hours later, here I was standing at her doorstep with red flowers at hand about to knock on her door and I could hear her laughing at something on the TV. Who in their right mind carries red flowers to an interviewees house? What happened to being professional? I guess I was officially crazy. I fisted my hand ready to knock on the door. Here goes nothing.