Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss

Florence's POV

I balanced two coffee trays on both my hands as I slipped through the office doors like I belonged there. A practiced smile curved my pink glossed lips, friendly but not too bright to make people uncomfortable, just enough to look approachable and likeable. I greeted the receptionist by name, dropped a coffee off at the front desk, as I walked further in.

"Thanks! Wait, are you one of the new interns?"

"Oh, no," I replied with a soft laugh. "Just hoping I soon will be."

A woman in red bottom heels passed by, barely sparing me a glance as she did. I turned my smile to her, but the woman didn't return it. Instead, she disappeared down the corridor marked Human Resources, the same direction I was heading. Oh boy.

I tucked in a loose strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking, my heels clicking on the shiny marble floor with confidence. My blouse was crisp, skirt modest, and hair pulled into the neatest low bun I could manage. I probably looked like a dream employee.

Inside the interview room, the HR representative, a woman, middle-aged, bored, and barely looking up, flipped through my résumé with disinterest. "I can see from this that you don't have much experience in corporate admin work."

"I'm a fast learner," I replied smoothly, crossing one leg over the other. "And I'm extremely organized. I'm passionate about structure and productivity." I said like I was reading a script. Which technically I was, I used an AI app to draft out the perfect way to answer questions during an interview.

The woman barely nodded, already scribbling something down. I caught the faint smirk and the way my application was slowly being slid toward the wrong pile. A pile of so dirted and discarded looking files as opposed to the neat and arranged set on the opposite side.

This wasn't going to work. Not like this, I had to change the situation. Fast.

When the woman excused herself to use the bathroom, I instantly made my move. Calmly, like I was just adjusting my seat, I leaned over the desk. In one swift motion, I slid my application from the rejection stack to the approval one and tucked the one from the favored candidate under the discarded pile. The switch took less than five seconds and I left no evidence.

I sat back, sipping from the coffee I had brought for myself, and waited like nothing had happened.

Later, as I walked back through the office, I handed out two more coffees with a warm smile and casual confidence. I waved at one of the assistants and complimented her. "Hey! Love your shoes."

"Thanks! Wait, what department are you in again?"

"Oh, I'm not yet an employee," I replied with a soft grin. "Just... hoping."

People laughed, and complimented my vibe. Apparently it was magnetic, kind, and efficient. I looked like I belonged with them and they would not have suspected me