"I don't have much time left."

The words are drawled with not even an attempt of being polite. Malcolm Danvers is sitting on the leather sofa, studying his wristwatch — you're scared to think about its price. You're sitting on the opposite couch, a glass coffee table separating the two of you, though you still have a feeling that this distance is not enough to ignore the intensity he's suddenly staring at you with.

Malcolm Danvers, the name every soul must've heard of. Heir to the Danvers Group, exquisite man who is known for being unbothered by whatever could happen.

Your possible employer, that is if you pass his interview. Though, you knew you were on the losing side the moment he scheduled the interview here, of all places. In his goddamn hotel suite.

The atmosphere is... pressuring, to say the least.

You're ready to get a rejection, when he speaks again:

"You might be the least inadequate candidate of all. Hired, on probation," he says suddenly, making you look up right at him.

The eye contact knocks all the remaining air out of your lungs.