Chapter Three

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 man was standing, his eyes travelled from my head down to my toes. I bet the next thing he was gonna say was for me to take off my jacket.

'Oh please heaven, be beside me today.'

"Are you going to keep wearing that" He said to me. He looked irritated by me.

I thought I would be able to escape this one. The interview had barely started and it has already began to be one of my worst nightmares. 

Every other applicants had their ass put together, except from me. 'Well, what can I say, this day certainly hated me' 

It was Monday, and Mondays had never been a good day for me. There was always one thing or the other that always spoiled Mondays for me.

One time I was working in a club, I caught the attention of one of my boss's big time customer. He wanted me to join the stripers on the dance floor, I rejected of course but not my boss. At the end of that day, I found myself on the dance floor, in a bikini, shaking my booty like a striper would.

Mondays would never miss a chance to embarrass me. I was so stunned, I had no idea what to do. If I take off the jacket, certainly the next thing I would see would be the gate getting shut at my face. That shouldn't happen.

"What's my number sir." I asked the man. I just wanted him to be distracted and not bother himself about my silliness. 

'What difference would it made to him if I decided to keep the jacket on.' I got a hold of myself, and kept an upright posture. I am certainly ready to defeat Monday. I've had enough.

The man was surprised by my sudden over confidence. I heard some of the applicants laughing at how confident I looked in a torn jacket. 'Fuck them.'

"You are number 25." The man said to me and walked away. 

"Jeez, that worked" I muttered to myself and smiled. 

I walked back to my seat with my head up high. I smile-smirk as I did the cat work back to my seat. I only hope this confidence last.

As I got to my seat, I saw the guy smiling at me. He shook his head while smiling. He looked like he was impress. I took my seat and then I erupted into laughter. 

"How bold that was, damn" He said to me as he sucked his lips in admiration.

"You looked hot back there, I loved how fierce you looked" 

'Goodness gracious' I certainly have impressed this one. I hope this sudden energy of mine doesn't get subdued. 

"You think so, you ain't mad at all?" I asked him. From his looks, I knew he wasn't mad at me, but I  didn't wanted to seem ungrateful. It wasn't an intended mistake, certainly he did understood that. 

"Of course not, to be sincere, I felt sorry for you. But then, i was impressed, I loved how you didn't let your guard down." He said to me with so much excitement.

I smiled at him, I was feeling a bit comfortable, like I belonged amongst them-the applicants. 

We kept talking and frankly, I enjoyed the conversation. He had a good sense of humor and we clicked really well. We were interrupted by the receptionist. 

She walked in and when her eyes met mine, she frowned. Suddenly she stopped and turned back around to take a good look at me. She noticed the jacket and how torn it was. She scoffed at the sight of it.

'Fuck, I don't know her but I already hate her.' I could think of multiple ways I would made her suffer if I got this job. 

A personal assistant to the CEO position would surely be in my favour. I would give her meaningless tasks and made sure she doesn't get a chance to catch a breath.

"Calm down" I muttered to myself. This day wasn't over for me yet, getting too excited would definitely made me less serious about the interview.

I need this job, well, I need the salary. I would be able to pay off my mothers debts. We have been on debt for quite some time. Steven still needed to pay his fees so he would sit for his final exams in the university. 

"More mercy." I muttered as I looked up closing my eyes.

"The interview has started, and you are going to take turns according to your numbers. Good luck." The receptionist said. Her eyes were squinting around looking for something or someone. 

When she saw me, she scoffed again

"Well, except for some people. Please ma'am, you would have to take off that jacket, thank you." She said to me and then she turned around. 

 She wanted me to take off my jacket, looks like she hate me, but hell yell, the jacket sure do looked inappropriate. 

"Number one, you can go in." She continued and walked away.

Looked like I wasn't the only one that hate her, she seem to hate me too. Telling me to take off the jacket is the worst thing she could do to me right now. She must want me to fail the interview. Damn, I hate how she look down on me. 

'Fuck' I just wanted to beat her up already.