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As she grabbed her sunglasses, Jorgie couldn’t help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation. But the job posting had been unlike anything she had seen before—high pay, incredible benefits, and an opportunity to work directly under the enigmatic CEO, Alexander Cross. Despite the odd request, Jorgie needed this job, and if wearing a nude-colored latex dress was part of the deal, she was willing to take the risk.
With her hair styled in a high, messy bun and her makeup meticulously applied—bold winged eyeliner, nude lips to match the dress—Jorgie made her way to the office building. The towering structure was as intimidating as it was impressive, with a sleek, modern design that screamed power and prestige. As she walked through the grand entrance, the sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor echoed, drawing the attention of the receptionist who gave her an approving nod.
“Miss Porter?” the receptionist asked, her eyes briefly flicking over the nude-colored latex dress with a knowing smile.
“Yes, that’s me,” Jorgie replied, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Mr. Cross is expecting you. His office is on the top floor,” the receptionist said, gesturing toward the elevator.
Jorgie nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension as she stepped into the elevator. The ride up seemed to take forever, giving her too much time to wonder what kind of man Alexander Cross really was. She had heard rumors—everyone had. He was known for being demanding, brilliant, and a bit eccentric. The dress code for this interview certainly reinforced that last point.
The elevator doors opened directly into a luxurious office space. The walls were lined with modern art, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. But what caught Jorgie’s attention the most was the man standing by the window, his back turned to her.
“Miss Porter, I presume,” came a deep voice that matched the man’s commanding presence. Alexander Cross turned to face her, and Jorgie was struck by how young he looked—mid-thirties at most, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, every detail immaculate.
“Yes, Mr. Cross,” Jorgie replied, trying to maintain eye contact even though she felt his gaze flicker over her outfit.
“Please, have a seat,” he said, gesturing to a leather chair in front of his massive desk.
Jorgie sat down, feeling the smooth leather against the back of her nude-colored latex dress. She placed her sunglasses on the desk, noting how his eyes followed the movement.
“So, Miss Porter, I understand you’re interested in the secretary position,” Alexander began, his voice smooth and measured. “But before we proceed, I have to ask—what made you decide to comply with the rather unusual request to wear a nude-colored latex dress to this interview?”
Jorgie hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But she decided honesty was her best bet.
“I was intrigued,” she admitted. “The job listing itself was unconventional, and I figured that if I wanted to work for someone as successful as you, I’d have to be willing to step outside my comfort zone. Plus, I’m very confident in my abilities and felt that this outfit wouldn’t overshadow my qualifications.”
Alexander leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. “I appreciate your honesty, Miss Porter. Most candidates would have been too intimidated to follow through with such a request. But I’m not looking for someone who just follows the rules; I want someone who can think on their feet, someone who isn’t afraid to stand out.”
Jorgie relaxed slightly, sensing that she had passed some sort of test. “I can assure you, Mr. Cross, I’m more than capable of handling whatever challenges this job entails.”
Alexander’s smile widened. “I believe you. Let me be clear—this company thrives on innovation and boldness. I wanted to see how you’d respond to an unconventional situation, and I’m pleased with what I’ve seen. The nude-colored latex dress, while certainly eye-catching, is just a symbol of the adaptability and confidence I’m looking for in my team.”
Jorgie felt a burst of confidence. “So, does that mean I got the job?”
“Consider this the first step,” Alexander replied, standing up and extending his hand. “We have a few more things to discuss, but I have a good feeling about you, Miss Porter.”
Jorgie shook his hand, the coolness of his grip contrasting with the warmth of the moment. She had walked into that office wearing a nude-colored latex dress, unsure of what to expect, and now she was on the brink of landing a job that could change her life.
As she left Alexander’s office, Jorgie couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She put a strong emphasis on high fashion and luxury, she had taken a risk, embraced the unconventional, and it had paid off. The city sprawled out before her as she exited the building, the late afternoon sun caressing her skin. In her nude-colored latex dress, Jorgie Porter had made an impression, and she knew this was only the beginning of something extraordinary.
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