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<b>Money, Power, Glory</b><br/>
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Sure, Persephone had seen Hugo Lombardi in pictures. The whole Lombardi family was splashed across the covers of magazines and newspapers alike. They were a handsome looking company just on a superficial level. Although nothing could compare to the sight of the man standing before her. If this were any other setting she might have let out a soft gasp. For now gaping like a fish out of water would have to do.<br/>
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Not only was this a graceful giant of a man, he seemed to carry himself with an intimidating air that demanded respect and fear. A pair of coffee brown eyes burned into her very soul, in that moment she felt like she was stripped bare. Not a single thing could be hidden from that searing gaze. For a long moment it was like she had lost her ability to make intelligent noises. <br/>
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As Mister Lombardi leaned down to reach her face, her body went into full panic mode. Yet all she could do was stand there, the boiling coffee still in hand. A soft  kiss was placed at the top of one of her freckled cheeks. Which was rather off putting to day the least. Persephone pondered wether she should return the gesture back or not. But for now she decided against it. <br/>
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Before taking a seat, Persephone gently pushed the cup of coffee across the smooth wooden desk. "Here's your coffee sir. If it ends up not being correct I will gladly get you another one. The barista just kinda handed the cup to me." Her words were spat out quickly as if she just wanted to get it all over with. It was unsure at this point if he was the type of rich man to spit on her face of her coffee order was wrong. <br/>
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Finally, she sat back into the large leather chair that Lombardi had pulled out for her. It was a rather hilarious sight seeing such a small woman in that big of a chair. Her feet just barely brushing the marble floor. "God this place is gorgeous," While this wasn't an out right lie, she just thought it would be better to omit the part where she felt so horribly out of place. "I'm thrilled that I get to work in a place like this. It's not everyday that an opportunity like this just, y'know, falls into my lap."<br/>
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Ah, and there it was. The classical question that was bound to be asked by every employer. The woman who interviewed her in the first place had also asked the question, so she had at least a foundation to go off of in the first place. It would be a perfect blends of white lies and half truths. Nothing that would reveal too much. <br/>
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"Well, as I'm sure you saw on my resume I am quite literally fresh out of college. I needed a job that would be a smooth transition from college and into the work force. I did an internship with a law firm for around two years and I had all of the usual tasks a PA would have. I took calls, got coffee, filed some paperwork. So it seemed like a no-brainer to take this opportunity." Persephone shifted one of her legs over the other, her arms resting upon her thigh. There was a quick beat of silence as she thought about where this bullshit story was going. Suddenly that mandatory performing arts class came in handy. <br/>
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"Anyone would jump at the chance to work here, so I decided to take the first leap. And I am truly beyond thrilled that you and your company thought I would be a good fit for Lombardi Automotive." A proud smile graced her lips. She was confident enough that her little bout of showering Mister Lombardi and his company with compliments would do just the trick. <br/>
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 The real challenge was keeping her stories straight. Everything she said was now apart of her alternate life. Mister Lombardi was anything but stupid, if she slipped up it most likely wouldn't take long for him to figure out that something wasn't right. But he didn't pay her to be a friend, so she hoped that this was the extent of the non-work line of questioning.<br/>
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