Chapter 1: Send. Oh god. SEND??
Jennifer Morris ( known as jenny) had three rules about job applications.
One: Always proofread.
Two: Attach the right file.
Three: Never apply after 11 PM and two glasses of wine.
She broke all three in six minutes flat.
It started when her friend Priya forwarded her a job listing with a voice note -"Benjamin Creative Group is hiring, just apply, trust me, bye."
Jenny rolled her eyes, refilled her wine and opened her laptop.
The job was actually perfect. Senior Brand Strategist. Creative freedom. Good salary. Big glass tower downtown. She updated her CV, wrote a cover letter and felt pretty good about herself.
Then she Googled the CEO. Just to know who she was applying to. Professional reasons. Totally normal.
Benjamin Cole
She stared at the screen.
Then she stared some more.
The man was unfairly good looking. Tall, sharp jaw, dark hair that looked effortlessly messy in exactly the right way. Eyes that were this intense shade of grey that even through a screen felt like they were looking straight through you. He was wearing a navy suit in one photo, arms crossed, the kind of smirk that said I know exactly what I'm doing and you don't.
Jenny clicked through every single photo. Twice.
She opened her journal the way she always did when she needed to process something.
Dear Journal, she typed- this CEO looks like he was designed in a lab specifically to ruin women's concentration. He's got that whole *I will not smile at you unless you earn it* energy and I don't know why that's doing something to me but it absolutely is. He looks like he smells expensive. He looks like he'd correct your grammar in a text and somehow that would be hot. What is wrong with me.
She kept writing. A lot. Including a very specific, embarrassingly detailed paragraph about what she actually wanted in a man which, somewhere in the middle started sounding a lot like him.
She closed the journal. Went back to her email. Attached her CV or what she thought was her CV and hit send.
Picked up her wine. Took a long, satisfied sip.
Opened the sent folder out of habit
And froze.
The file was not named Jennifer_CV_2026.pdf.
It was named journal_april.docx.
She lunged at the laptop. Searched for an unsend button. Gmail did not have one. Of course it didn't.
She called Priya, who picked up on the second ring.
"Did you apply?"
"I think I accidentally attached the wrong file," Maya said very calmly.
"Okay, which file?"
"Doesn't matter," Maya said. "Forget it. It's fine. Different file but probably fine."
She hung up before Priya could ask anything else.The assistant probably didn't even open attachments properly.
She stared at the ceiling.
Then She stared at her laptop.
"Oh god, he's soo damn hot". She was getting horny minute by minute, imagining dirty things with him. She suddenly got up locked her door, sat on her chair. She put on some spicy music and slowly pulled her pants down. While looking at the photo of THE CEO, she started rubbing herself. Then she closed her eyes and started imagining sex with him. Bit by bit she her rubbing and moaning both got fast and harder. She imagined and moaned,"oh please fuck me harder and harder". After 2 minutes she got satisfied and came.
She then suddenly closed her laptop and regretted suddenly what she did.
She poured the rest of the wine and decided she would simply never think about this again. The CEO probably had an assistant who handled applications. She was fine. Everything was fine.
After 1 hour. Her phone buzzed.
An email. Benjamin Creative Group.
Ms. Jennifer- Thank you for your application. We'd love to have you in for an interview. Thursday, 10 AM. -Benjamin.
Jenny read it three times.
Short. Clean. Professional. Not a single word about the file.
She had no idea if that was a good sign or the most terrifying sign in the world.
She typed back: Thank you. I'll be there. Hit send.
Then sat completely still on her couch, wine in hand, wondering what exactly she had just walked herself into.
--End of Chapter 1--