All Chapters of Meeting You : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amelia“Damn it.” I muttered under my breath, rubbing the back of my palm that had collided with the iron bars. That was exactly what I was talking about. It was as if I had a curse, a curse of clumsiness that always landed me in trouble.“Dear God help me.” I muttered under my breath again. The last thing I wanted was for another interview to go horribly wrong because I couldn’t get my act together. I’d been leeching off mom for far too long already; it was time I helped her out.I soon got down from that bus and got on the second one. To get to Vee theatre — the place the interview was being held — I had to take three buses all the way from home.I just had to pray I got the job, then I’d dedicate my first paycheck to getting a car… a car and contact lenses.After about an hour later, I stepped down from the third bus, staring at the tall building in front of me. It was bigger that it looked in the pictures. Bigger and more majestic.Oops! Did I forget to mention that I wasn’t there

AmeliaI was still preoccupied, massaging my butt which I had landed on, while trying to endure the pain I felt, when someone yelled at me."What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The male voice asked, irritation in his tone.I raised my head slowly to look at him, expecting to see one of the interviewers, but he was someone different. He had that athletic build, you know, the kind that makes you take a second glance. His jaw was set, and those deep green eyes, glared at me with frustration. The suit he wore clung to him, outlining his toned body. His slick black hair, was perfectly styled, but a little tousled around his forehead as he was sweaty. Too sweaty, the sweat literally dripped down from his face to his clothes. It felt like witnessing a handsome storm, both captivating and unsettling.He was very sexy."Stop staring at me like that." He yelled again. Okay, he might be a nutjob, 'cause I didn't understand why he would be screaming at me instead of helping me off the floor."Tch

Amelia"Yes, you."My heart did a somersault in my chest.Was he really talking to me? His eyes were focused on me and he had on a sly smile. No, it had to be someone else.I turned to look behind me, everyone's eyes were focused on me."Hey, blondie." He called and I froze. "You in the shirt." Now I was sure he was talking to me.I slowly looked back at him.What did he want? To make fun of me for pouring water on a celebrity? To make fun of my clothes? What?!"Come here." He ordered.I frowned. I was not his slave, he had no right commanding me like one.I didn't move.Someone pushed me from behind and I went stumbling to his feet and would have fallen flat on my face, but someone caught me, breaking my fall.I looked up, expecting to see Rowan, but it was the good looking interviewer. He was frowning slightly. I wondered if he ever smiled."You can stand on your own, can't you?" He asked with that look of disgust again.Why? Because he was touching me? Was I covered in filth or som

AmeliaI thought I was done for. I thought Rowan would scream my head off, and fire me on the spot. But he just left me there with the elderly fashionable woman and William.The woman made me sit in front of the dressing table while she picked up different makeup kits and set them on the table in front of me."I haven't seen a blonde with such pretty hazel eyes before. They are usually blue or grey or green." She said as she cleaned my face with wipes. "Who do you look like?""You mean between my parents?" I asked. It was a little hard to follow what she said because of her accent."Yeah.""My mom. She has blue eyes though." "Ah, then you got your eyes from you dad? He must be very handsome."I smiled awkwardly, not sure what to say to that."Keep a straight face, you'll ruin my work if you move too much." She said and I swallowed.I wasn't really a fan of makeup. The two other times I had worn makeup was at prom and at college graduation. Mom practically forced me to sit through the

AmeliaI barely caught the last bus heading home. I just couldn't believe that ungrateful jerk. I was so pissed, I kept fuming all the way home. What gave him the right to yell at me? He couldn't even ask first?So what if I worked for him? That didn't make me his slave that he could shout at anywhere and anytime he wanted.What was that he said again? That as long as I was working for him, I would be whatever he asked me to?I may need a job but that didn't mean I had to lose my dignity. Even as his employee, he had to treat me with respect. Maybe he was used to treating others however he wanted, but not me. If I made a decision to work for him, then I'd have to make him understand that I was nothing like others.I wanted to quit, I wanted to quit right there! I already stormed off, clearly he wouldn't send me the contract anymore. Not after how I walked away.Well, good riddance to bad rubbish.I could apply for a job somewhere else. Who cares if it might take another two years to ge