3 - The new job.

"I don't understand why Jason is acting this way, Isis." Phoenix said and let out a sigh. "He isn't even picking up my calls. Doesn't he know I'm worried about him?"

Isis scoffed and raised an eyebrow at her. "Worried about who? Jason? The same one you cheated on a couple of weeks back?" She said, reminding her of the last time she had a night stand with some random guy.

"Well, he didn't give me the drilling I needed, and I went out to look for it," Phoenix replied and shrugged. "Moreover, I was lucky to have met that guy. He sure knows how to do his job well. Would love to fuck him again I have the chance," she added and winked at Isis, who just stared at her irritatedly.

Isis rolled her eyes at her. "Don't you ever get tired of sex? You want it almost all the time, do something else with your life, girl." She said and focused her eyes on her phone, checking something on it as she scrolled down.

Phoenix giggled lightly. "You're only speaking that way because you haven't had the experience before. Trust me if you meet a good man to do the same to you, you wouldn't look at sex the same way again."

Then, she paused to admire herself, while lying on the bed. "Besides, a stripper like me will always be—" She was interrupted by Isis' scream, as she jumped up from her bed happily. This action of hers startled Phoenix, making her look at friend in a weird way. "What is it? Why'd you scream like that?"

"I got the job! I got the motherfucking job!" Isis exclaimed as she kept on jumping up excitedly. "I got the job!"

"Oh my God!" Phoenix shouted and rushed down from the bed to hug her best friend. "Oh my God, babe, I'm so happy for you!" They hugged each other and began to jump around the room together, happily. After doing that for a couple of minutes and they got tired, they retired to their bed.

"Gosh, I'm so happy, Pheonix. You wouldn't believe how much this actually means to me," Isis said with teary eyes as she kept on looking at the acceptance mail sent to her from the company.

Pheonix nudged her on the shoulder. "Are you kidding me right now? Dude, I knew how much you've been struggling to get a job. How then wouldn't I know how much it means to you?"

Without another word, Isis dropped her phone on the bed and drew Phoenix closer one more time. "Thank you so much for everything, bestie."

"Always and forever, my girl," she patted Isis on the shoulder for sometime. Suddenly, an idea came to her head and she released Isis, then jumped up from the bed instantly with a lit up face. "We should go parttyyyy! Let's celebrate this motherfucking jooobbb!" She squealed, as if she was the one who got the job.

Isis sat there staring at her with a frown on her face. "Nah, ain't doing that. You know I'm not a fan."

"Oh, scratch that, my girl," Pheonix responded and sat on the bed facing Isis. She held her hands in hers and added, "It's just once in a lifetime thing, okay? Celebrate this win of yours, Isis. You deserve this and more."

Isis groaned, still reluctant about the offer. But she knew her best friend was a persistent person, and she would definitely persuade her until she agrees to what she wants.

"Come on, babe. Don't dull the moment."

"Fine," she replied reluctantly, but just as Phoenix was about to scream in joy, she quickly added. "But I ain't rocking any unknown man or doing anything dirty," she gave her a look that said 'you know what I mean, and I'm damn serious about it.'

Phoenix raised both her hands in the air in surrender. "Fine! I'm celebrating you anyway, so it's what you want that we have to go do."

"Yayyyy!"

"We'll go to the club tomorrow night to celebrate it, yeah?" Phoenix asked her with a huge smile on her face. Anything that had to do with the club or where she'd see men, she was always happy to bring it up or be a part of it.

"Sure!"

*

Isis woke up late the next morning because she spent most of the midnight discussing with Phoenix. Phoenix had to tell her about her first day at work at the several companies she had worked, and Isis took her time to listen to the stories as they laughed about it and ate junk foods.

"Fuck!" She used the cuss word again in frustration as she watched her uber driver drive slowly. "Can you please drive a little faster? I have a fucking appointment this morning and I'm already late, please."

Due to her lateness, Pheonix had helped her order an uber instead of her taking a taxi, with the hope that it would be faster to get to work through the uber. Unfortunately, here she was, frustrated and upset with the way the man drove like he was tired or being forced to do the job.

"Ma'am, I can't overspeed. It's against the rules of—"

"I know that, okay?!" She snapped at him, her voice went up a little as her eyes went wide open. She unbuckled her seat belt and shifted forward on her seat—the owner's corner—so as to get a clearer view of the driver, and so he could see how desperate she was.

"Look," she said with a much more calmer voice. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, but can you please move faster? I have an appointment and I'm already late. I really need to get there anytime soon. It's my first day of work and lateness could make me forfeit it. Please." There was desperation in her voice as she begged the driver.

"Does that mean you'd add an increase to my bill?" The middle-aged replied without looking at her, his eyes focused on the road.

Isis stared at him with disgust. If she wasn't going somewhere urgent, she would have not accepted the offer but she was too desperate to not accept it at that moment. "Fine! Just get there fast!"

"Okay ma'am," and instantly, he began to drive fast, making Isis realize that he had been driving slowly intentionally all that while.

About ten minutes later, she arrived at the company and rushed in. After speaking with the receptionist, she was ushered in and told where to go. She scurried to the office she was directed to, barging into the office without a knock.

The woman on seat, who was the secretary to the boss, who was typing a document before she barged in, looked at Isis with a scornful stare. Her face spelt disgust all over, as she eyed her, wondering why she barged in without a single knock.

"You lack courtesy. I believe you know that?" The lady, whose fingers were on the keyboard on her table, said to Isis, her eyes still on her.

"I'm so sorry, miss… ehm…" Her voice trailed off as she looked at the tag on the lady's table, which had her name on it. "I'm sorry, miss Rachel."

"You had better be." Rachel eyed her from head to toe and back to her head, making her feel a little uncomfortable. "And how may I help you?"

"I'm Isis Talon, the new employee who was told to get here this morning by—"

"8 AM," Rachel finished the sentence for her, then she folded her arms and rested her back on her chair. She raised an eyebrow at the wall clock on the sight ride of the wall of the office. "So, tell me, little miss tardy new employee who lacks courtesy, what time is it?"

Isis was losing her patience, but she knew the lady was right. She was late and it was no one's fault then hers. She let out a sigh as she looked at the wall clock. It was 8:39 AM. She let out another sigh before facing Rachel, clutching her bag to herself neevously. "I'm really sorry for coming late. It won't happen again."

Rachel scoffed. "That's if there'd be a next time for you, because our boss can tolerate all silly attitudes except tardiness. And you? A new employee? Tardy?" She chuckled evilly. "I bet he'd have fired you already."

Isis' heart skipped a beat as she heard her last statement. "Miss Rachel, please—"

"Quit disturbing me and go in to face your fate," she said to her and continued typing away on the keyboard.

Isis heaved a heavy sigh, then she mentally encouraged herself before going further into the boss' room. She knocked thrice and was about to knock the fourth time, but Rachel snapped at her to go in already.

She opened the door slowly and stepped in, then closed the door gently behind her. Her eyes scanned the office slowly as her opened wide in awe. It was larger then it seemed on the outside. Even more, it wasn't looking like an office; no cabinet, or cupboards containing files, or a table containing a computer or a briefcase.

Instead, it looked more like a bedroom with a 10 inches television fixed perfectly on the blue coloured wall, a bed somwhere in the room, and of course, an office table and a chair at the far end of the room. It was then she sighted the boss. He was seated on his office chair with its back to her. The only thing she could see was the back of his dark brown hair on his head.

Immediately, Isis began to speak as she walked further into the office gently. "I'm so sorry for coming late, sir. The uber that brought me here came late, and it had issues on the way here," she lied. "Traffic also held me down on my way down here, and—"

"I haven't permitted you to speak," the boss cut in with a coarse and thick voice, as he turned his seat around to face Isis. He placed both of his legs on his table and cross-legged them. "Miss tardiness," he added.

His dark brown eyes laid on her body as he stared at her intensely from head to toe, gently and slowly. While his eyes went back up, it lingered on her bust, making her feel uncomfortable and her palms began to get sweaty.

He licked his lips seductively as his eyes landed back on her face. "You don't speak if I don't tell you to."