CHAPTER ONE

Chapter one

Hazel

"Mom, I will call you, I promise" I said to my mom in the phone as I hurriedly ran my hairbrush on my hair, if I don't leave now then I'm going to be late for the interview, and God forgive me if I don't kill myself for being late. I wanted to toss my phone aside so that I can concentrate but of course, my mom won't let me.

"Don't forget honey, Timmy will be going back to school soon and he wants me to remind you about the money you promised him," my mom said and I had to fight the urge not to groan, can't she tell by the noises I'm making that I'm in a haste?

"Don't worry mom, I will send him the money before he leaves."

"Good, now your dad is wondering if you can come home for dinner sometime, it's been long we have seen you."

"Alright mom, I will try to drop by tomorrow night, how about that?"

"That's okay, I will tell him what you said. And yes, Mrs..."

"Mom please, can I call you back?"

"But dear..."

"Mom!"

"Okay, okay, call me back" I hang up the call before she could even finish what she was saying, I know what you are thinking, why didn't I tell her about the interview? Well, let's start by saying I know my family and they know I don't love my current job, if I should tell them about the interview, it will only raise their hopes and I can't do that, not when I'm not sure about getting the job.

I flung my phone on my middle size bed before pulling out the dressing table drawer and getting out my hairband, putting my hair in a tight ponytail, I often prefer leaving it down in it's natural waves but for some reason, I just want to look professional in my white shirt and pencil knee level midnight blue skirt, I fetched my high heel from where I kicked it under the bed last night and put it on, increasing my height by five inches immediately.

I quickly dabbed my face with my compact powder before applying water color lip gloss on my heart shaped pink lips, I used a mascara to highlight my lashes and at the end, I still fetched out my glasses and put it on. I have no problem with my eyes but I'm just so used to wearing glasses it has become a part of me.

Looking at myself in my full length mirror, I was satisfied with what I saw so I put on my flower scent perfume, grabbed my handbag, my phone from the bed and left my room to the living room. I occupy a small apartment that consist of one master bedroom, a living room and a kitchen, grabbing my key from where I usually hang it beside the door, I clicked open the door and out I went, locking it after me.

I rushed into the elevator, smiling to my elderly neighbor who if I allowed, would never stop her greetings, she would be like, 'Hazel, the weather is so beautiful today' 'Hazel, did you watch the news last night, poor man couldn't believe his wife had been cheating on him for years' let me clarify you, she hardly watches the news but one TV drama that always play in the evening at 9:00, to her, everything is news.

I pressed the ground floor on the button and smiled to my other neighbor who happened to catch the door before it closed, good thing he noticed I'm not in the mood to talk.

I dashed out of the building immediately the elevators stopped and lucky me, a cab was just dropping someone off so I boarded it, calling out my destination to the driver. Wanting to lick my lips as a habit, I remembered my lip gloss so I didn't, looking out the window and sending series of prayers to heaven that I should not be late and that I should get the job, I have always wanted to work in J&R Corp, it would be a dream come through should I get the job.

I finally saw the fifty storey building come into view and I suddenly turned giddy, I can't believe that there is a possibility by tomorrow, I would start working there. I paid the driver and climbed out of the car, rushing to get inside the building when I passed a flashy car with a window like mirror, I stopped to check myself, especially my face. I flashed my teeth and checked if I have any food stuck on them, I opened my mouth in an 'ah' motion, checking both my tongue and the inside of my mouth, satisfied when I saw nothing, I smiled.

Then I saw a booger inside my nose and suddenly grow uncomfortable, I looked around but when I saw no one was looking, I dip my index finger inside my nose and picked out the booger, I pressed it with my index finger and thump before crumbling it and throwing it away, I look again at the window, using it to check the inside of my nose and when I saw no other boogers, I turned and scurried into the building.

I met a long queue in front of the elevator and I almost cried, twenty more minutes and I will be more than late, there was another elevator but there was no single person going for it. I stood, tapping my foot on the floor while considering making a run for the next elevator but I needed someone to boost my confidence. I'm new here after all, and I know nothing about their system, what if the elevator is reserved specially for someone or some particular barge of people? Or maybe the president. I have watched a lot of movies and read a lot of books about a company having a special elevator for the CEO.

I wonder how he looks like, Dave Williams, the CEO of J&RCorp, he is a well known person and when I said well know, I meant his name. He hardly makes appearance in social events or interviews and only his close friends or should I say workers can give account of how he truly looks like. People believe he must be ugly which is why he doesn't show his face to public. Talk about his brother Clark, now he I can describe even with my eyes closed. He has been seen in a lot of social events, charity balls, auction parties and many of them. He is a good philanthropist if you ask me, well not just me, the people. Everybody has something good to say about him.

A tall man with dark slicked back hair, a long face and cold deep brown eyes entering the building distracted my rambling thought, I stood on my line for the elevator, admiring him, he was dressed in black jacket with a black shirt underneath, a black tie, a black slacks and black shoes, you should call him the black devil himself because he looks just like him. His black attire seems to contour his complexion, making him as handsome as a devil, there, I used the word again.

He went straight to the vacant elevator, and yep, that's the confident booster I wanted so I made a beeline to the elevator, calling out for him to hold the door, he didn't though but thankfully, I wasn't far off so I held the door myself and entered, flashing him a big smile.

His deep brown eyes showed surprise at first before returning to its darker shade of coldness, he didn't give me any other expression and I stood on my own. I was surprised no one else came to join us, despite the elevator being empty, well, their loss.

I turned to my handsome companion and beamed, he didn't return my smile neither did he even look at me but it would be a shame if I don't talk to him. Hold on, I'm not wooing him, I'm just...making friends, I have a boyfriend after all.