Micheal looked up as she approached the small table he was sitting at, near the front of the club.  His dark eyes gave her a quick, subtle once-over and he was surprised to find her just as beautiful, if not more so, than he had secretly hoped for.  He gave her a sincere, warm smile and waved a hand towards the vacant seat in front of him.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Ms. Lane.  It's a pleasure to meet you."<br/><br/>He extended a hand to her in greeting and once they were done with their pleasantries, he began the interview.  He looked over her resume again before asking his first, his smile replaced with a more stoic and professional demeanor of the employer searching for new employees.  It was a subtle change in his persona but one that still exuded authority and a strange sense of comfort.  Micheal's eyes locked with her own and he smiled slightly.<br/><br/>"So, you were a personal assistant for four years.  Can you tell me what some of your experiences there were? What duties did you perform?"