'Ding**' the sound of the elevator as it opened to the eleventh floor of the Harvey's Builders Industry.
It was quite a unique sight, everything was so elegant, I could see my reflection on the floor, 'what is it made of? of course I wouldn't know, we barely had three square meals a day, poverty is a bitch.
I walked around in circles as I admired the outstanding structure of the building, when I touched the wall it was unique, it was smooth, cold, finger censored. "Wow."
"Beep beep beep." My alarm rang loudly, I brought my phone out of my bag. It was my 8am alarm.
I quickly dismissed the alarm as it stirred up loud noise. When I looked up at the receptionist by my left, I noticed her eyes glaring at me, probably looking at my skimpy red dress.
I didn't had time to change, as I came straight from the club. Quite frankly, I forgot I had an interview today. Thank God for my mother who has her eyes out for the salary. Quite big for an average educated girl like myself.
As I approached her, I walked in a most dejected posture, my eyes bent to the floor, as I crossed my hands over my exposed breast. When I looked at her, from the way she frowned her face, I know she wasn't buying my fake facial expression.
'Fuck who cares.' I glared back at her. For a moment there I forgot again what I had come to do, not until I heard her answered the phone.
"Yes Sir, the applicants are waiting Sir."
She was speaking to someone on the phone.I was distracted looking around and admiring the workplace environment. 'This place was made for the rich.' The receptionist hall was five times bigger than my house. My attention was suddenly divided when I heard her on the phone.
"You are interviewing them yourself? Okay sir." She hung up.
I stared at her intensely, from the way the tone of her voice changed, I'm quite sure that it was someone a lot higher that wanted to interview the applicants. I became a bit frightened but I kept my posture intact.
"What do you want ma'am?" She asked glaring at me.
Her eyes were fixed on my breasts. She squinted her eyes looking at me with so much contempt.
'If she a receptionist could look at me like that, surely I have failed this interview.'
"I'm here for an interview." I said to her. She scoffed at me and then had a sly smile on her face.
All I wanted was to punch her. The nerves she had to give me such look. If we had met in another place other than here, she would gulp down her saliva at the sight of me.
No doubt I'm hot, I know that. Receiving compliments here and there had really boosted my confidence.
I used to feel inferior about myself not until I reached puberty. All my skimpy dresses hugged my curves so perfectly.
I was nicknamed curvaceous, 'curvy' for short."Walk straight down and enter the first door by your right." She said as she pointed her finger directing me to the interview hall.
"Thank you" I said to her. My eyes were fixed at the door and the only thing in my head was about the man I met at the club last night. If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine.
It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom.
I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night.
I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.
"Don't thank me, I doubt you will make it. You will be disqualified before the interview even starts." The receptionist said.
I erupted out of my thoughts when I heard her said those words. I took a quick look at myself and hell yeah, she was right. But I've come all the way here from greentown, it was about two hours drive to the city. Definitely going back now would be insane.
Me coming for an interview dressed up like a whore is probably the most insane thing. But I'm here now, I better get rejected instead of backing out.
I shrugged at her and rolled my eyes. If I was to back out, she wasn't in the position to make me.
I walked toward the door, when I got there, I couldn't help but felt nervous.
I could see my hands shaking holding the doorknob. I unlatched the door and entered the interview hall.My eyes widened as my negligee was much to be concerned of. Every applicant was dressed formally. I didn't looked like I was amongst them.
This was my first real interview. I had gone for interviews before but mostly for a bartender position of which didn't require any formal apparel.
'Steven is so dead' I muttered to myself.
Steven was my younger brother, he applied for the job for me but never prepped me about the company. I was really ashamed and nervous, I just wanted the ground to open and allow me jump in.
The other applicants kept staring at me, from the way their gaze was fixed at me, I felt I could read their minds. Their eyes spoke louder and faster than their lips.
I walked my shameful ass to an empty seat I found. I sat down and bent my head stamping my foot on the ground.
"When I get home, I will surely kill Steven." I kept mumbling.
I felt a warm hand touched me. When I raised my head up, I saw a handsome guy staring at me with a smile on his face.
I couldn't help but wonder why he would even had dreamt of walking close to me.But I felt good about it, from the smile on his face I could tell, he meant well."Hi" He said to me in a charming voice.I was still flustered and was feeling embarrassed. I could barely opened my lips to say anything. The only thing I wanted to do, was to run as far from there as possible. But then again, no backing out till I get rejected. "Hello" He said to me again.I was lost in my thoughts staring at him. He probably must be thinking I was admiring him. He was good looking no doubt, but me admire him-hell no."Hello" I responded to him as soon as I was able to feel my lips.He kept smiling at me and sat on the desk right in front of me. I tried to let out a forced smile, it looked fake but he wouldn't notice it.No one could ever tell my fake smile from my real smile, it was one of the many mischievous talents I had."
I have spent less than an hour here, and every minute I have embarrassed myself. This day was definitely cursed.'How could it go from worst to worst.'I had no idea what I would do, taking off the jacket will bring back my shame.I turned to look at the guy who gave me the jacket. He covered his eyes with his hand and bent his head. No doubt he was too embarrassed for me that he wasn't able to beheld the sight. At least he wasn't angry, the jacket looked quite expensive.I took few more steps approaching the man at the front hall, his brows were furrowed and his eyes glaring at me. He was more mad than he were before.The other applicants kept making mockery comments. They mumbled among themselves, but my ears could hear them perfectly. It was as if they all had a speaker on their lips. Their mocking comment crushed me even more.'I'm so in for it today.' I kept biting my lips as I got to where the
I watched how other applicants went in for the interview. Some came out looking like they have been toasted, some others were pretty excited.I got more frightened seeing some of them looking sad and depressed.'Holy crap' They are properly dressed but still came out like that, how about me that wasn't even dressed up for the interview.'I'm sure I won't be able to pull this off.'"Andre, number 20, you are next." Yelled a man at the front of the hall.He had been yelling like that the whole time, his voice had started to crack. Before it gets to my turn, I might not even be able to hear him. Well, I hope not."Wish me luck." Said the guy to me.I was surprised, I have been with him the whole time and never asked for his name. He didn't even knew mine."Goodluck." I said to him.He smiled and walked to the seat next to mine. He picked up a file and when he opened it there were some documents inside, h
This day finally made it to the list of 'most embarrassing days of my life.' I stood there like a statue, waiting for them to respond.One of the interviewer that was laughing, couldn't stop. It made me felt more embarrassed. 'How did I end up here.'All my life I have never been this embarrassed, and these, was the height of it.Yeah right, I looked like a joke, but give me some credit for being confidence enough to walk in here dressed up like this."Can we begin the interview?" The receptionist said with a sly smile on her face.I could tell she didn't meant what she said, she just wanted me to get more embarrassed."What interview?" Another of the interviewer said as he was looking at me nodding his head in shame.'Goodness.' I should have just went straight home from the club, But how, the club was in the city, it was closer to the company than it was to home."Ashley, I'm sorry but we cannot interv
*The day before the interview*Like every other day, I always stayed up late on bed, my mother was used to me, and my siblings wouldn't dare wake me up. Despite the loud noises and the terrible sound of the train, I was able to sleep soundly.What could I do, we have been living in this part of New York for like ever. Since my dad left us for a rich woman, well, there isn't much to say. He got tired of being poor, he found a ticket to a rich life and he took it. I hate him for that, he left us here with my mum, and never even supported with the bills.The day he ran, he just left a letter, my mum already suspected him, so she didn't bother searching for him.It had affected my siblings. Ana my youngest sibling, never wanted to get married, she only cared about money. To her, if she could become super rich and influential she would be able to get any man she desired.While Steven, he just never wanted to ever hurt his wife. He did cared
My mum dished out our meal and served us herself like she always does. Ana always offered to help, but mum would constantly reject her help.She was used to serving dishes, it was how she lived with my dad for 20 years. She would always dish his meals and some times they feed each other.Serving us made her fill that void in her heart, she was always sad but she tried as much to hid it from us. But the glimmer in her eyes had died out, since dad left us. It has been nine months, but his presence was still quite felt around the house."Mum, I promise to go for the interview." I said to her as I placed my hand on her arm.She gave me a warm heartfelt look, and touch my head-"I know you will do great at the interview." Then she kissed my forehead.The little smile on her face made me felt a bit at ease. It wasn't as wide as it used to be when dad was around, but it better than the one she had during the month dad left us. Her f