Doomed from the Start [Spain/You][One-shot]

You quickly fixed your hair in your rear-view mirror before sliding out of your car. You dust any off anything that might have been on your pencil skirt and smoothed down your blouse. You needed to look perfect, this was your first job interview since moving back home after losing your job across country. You desperately wanted to be able to move out of your parents home and live on your own once more.

You took a deep breath before confidently striding into the small office building. You glanced down at the small piece of paper in your hand before shoving it into your purse as you strode up to the reception desk in the main lobby.

“How can I help you today?” The woman behind the desk smiled, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose.

“Um,” You gave her a nervous smile. “I have an interview with a Mr. Carriedo?”

She gave a quick scan over a little chart on her desk. “He’s on the 3rd floor, room 206. Was there anything else?”

You shook your head. “No, thank you.” You scurried over to the elevator that was tucked off into the side of the lobby, almost tripping over your own feet in the process. ‘Get it together Name!,’ you mentally scolded yourself. You had absolutely nothing to be worried about…  it wasn’t like this was your first job interview.

Once you entered the elevator, you pressed the big number 3 button and crossed your arms over your chest, your resume tucked neatly between your folded arms, leaning against the wall.

A minute later you stepped out into the hallway. “Room 206…,” you muttered to yourself as you walked along, glancing at the numbers on the doors you passed. “Here we go…” You peeked into the open door. The office inside was on the small side, two desks were crammed into the space. Behind one of the desks sat a man, who was on his phone, rambling in spanish. You slowly walked in.

“Sí , sí. Lo siento, te prometo que será manejado lo más pronto posible . Te llamaré más tarde en el día.” The man, who you assumed as Mr.Carriedo hung up the phone and looked up. “Ah! What can I do for you chica?” His smile was charming as he stood up, holding out his hand to you.

You swallowed thickly. Man… he was gorgeous. “I…” You shook his hand, “I’m First Name Last Name, I spoke to you earlier in the week about a job?”

“Ah! Sí, have a seat.” He sat in his chair, gesturing to a seat across from him. After you took a seat he began, “As I told you on the phone, I’m an immigration caseworker, I help individuals and families try to secure legal residency in this country. I’m in need of a secretary.” He rubbed the back of his neck, an airy laugh fell from his lips. “I’m embarrassed to admit my last one up and quit on me. I’m constantly misplacing files and making messes of paperwork… she got fed up with me.”


Gorgeous and completely adorable. How is this man real? A small smile tugged at your lips before you found yourself frowning. “I…” You sighed, “I’ll be honest with you Mr. Carriedo…”

“Toni.”

“Huh?” You blinked, confused.

He laughed, his green eyes shined with mirth. “My name is Antonio. You can call me Toni.”

You cleared your throat, “Well… Toni…” You rather enjoyed the way his name fell from your lips.  You clutched at the manilla envelope that contained your resume before placing it on the table, sliding it over to him. “I don’t have any experience as a secretary…”


Antonio opened the folder, his eyes scanned over the first sheet before flipping over to the next. “I see…” His eyes flickered up to meet your own. “Quite impressive though, I must say.” He smiled, “When can you start?”

“...What?” You were in his office for no more than 10 minutes and Antonio managed to catch you off guard yet again. “But…,” you furrowed your brows. “I don’t have experience…”

He chuckled. “I can see that, chica. But…” He closed the folder. “It seems you have a wide range of talents. I believe you would learn rather quickly.”

It took every ounce of self restraint you had in your body not to fling yourself across the desk to throw your arms around his neck. “Thank you!”

He chuckled. “That,” he nodded to the other desk in the room, “Is your work station. When can you start?”

You glanced at the other desk, eyes widening at the sheer amount of papers that were piled up. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before finding your voice again. “Today?” You squeaked.

“Excelente!” He grinned, standing up from his chair, he grabbed the dress coat slung over the back. “First, we must get lunch to celebrate.” He grinned, “I know the perfect restaurant around the corner. They make the best Paella in town. My treat!”

“Wha…?” You watched him slip the jacket on. “That’s not nessas-”

He waved you off before offering his arm for you to take. “Nonsense chica. I won’t take no for an answer.” He smiled, “Let’s hurry, it gets busy this time of day.”

You smiled, taking his arm. “If you insist…”

“It would be a crime to not take a beautiful woman like you out to eat.”

A faint blush tainted your cheeks as you playfully swatted his arm causing Antonio to chuckle. Gorgeous, adorable and a total flirt. You were doomed.