Chapter 4 FOUR

Clarissa POV

The queue is as I expected when I came out this morning, long, a lot of people in the line and they all look so confident

I might have heard one speaking of her high qualifications and I swear I felt like turning back. What is a college dropout looking for somewhere like this place?

I know the course that made me find my way to this place, so giving up isn't an option

Ten of us were taken to through the elevator to the third floor where the interview is meant to take place

Seats are already organized and there is like two more persons that are sitting down and waiting

We all joined her and the others through their impatience asking how it has been going for those who left already

Gosh I can feel myself already breathing too hard, already feeling the perspiration forming on my head as I stare at every single one of them and I know there is no way I could get in

"Trust me this is real and from Chanel, I mean I don't expect to wear something classless to an interview like this" one of them chuckled and then threw her face at me

I ignored it, of course, I did and their conversation continued

I mean she was right anyways, I had to do a quick marathon at Target to get myself this chic blue shirt and the black jean trouser that seems more appropriate for the interview

After sitting around for close to 30 minutes I was finally invited inside.

I stood up, took the small pouch I had brought with me, and dusted off my dress before walking inside

As soon as I walked in my feet stopped moving, it feels like I have been transfixed as my eyes couldn't stop staring at one of the interviewers seated there

Adriel Jaime himself is in this interview

His eyes are down as he flips through a file. He is in a black Armani luxurious suit that seems to make his shoulder broader from that day. His full concentration is down but places scream of his presence

"You can sit down," the only lady here with a blue-inspired tee said to me and I nodded before moving fast and settling down

Gosh, I think my nerves have skyrocketed more, his face is still down as his full concentration is on what he is flipping through.

God I hope he doesn't remember me, I hope so cause

I'm a little distracted as I watch his hand flip a page, the one they move impeccably, the ease at which he sits there and the hem of his expensive suit is flipping through and his full concentration on what he is doing

He doesn't have to raise a chin or look this way for his handsome features to be seen. Even right now through his dark hair that shines thick and the long arms that seem to fill that suit, you can imagine the handsomeness that only he possesses

"Miss Miller" I raise my head trying to blink away the distraction that I had just encountered

Gosh, why is he here? Doesn't he have a million and a half more things to do in the world than be in an interview place? Oh God

"That's me" I answered the lady with the sweetest smile I could mutter

"Umm seeing the file you submitted there isn't a full college...."

"Oh that" I interrupted her looking down at my feet

Gosh I should have just stayed at home and then come here to get reminded that I didn't finish up

"It's a requirement, Miss Miller," the man said

I nodded looking at the full table, finally, he looked up and stared at me.

There wasn't a spike of recognition on his face, instead, it was the hard plain of it, of a businessman who is here to supervise the employment of a soon-to-be employee

"Actually umm I know it's a requirement but I'm a hard worker, I don't sling off or snooze and I can do my job exceeding well"

"The requirement cannot be ignored" I close my eyes as his deep masculine voice filled the place

Everywhere grew silent as his voice radiated through the whole place

"What do you have to offer if you are employed cause you are underqualified," He asked me, his hands on the table and they are joined together and staring at me

"I umm as I said before I'm a hard worker and I .."

"Isn't everyone??" He interrupted me and looked around seeking assurance from the others and they all nodded "everyone is a hard worker Miss Miller, there must be something else you can offer" he relaxed back against the seat his left hand to his chin

I know what he is doing, throwing me off from answering anything. This is a skill and I must give it to him because I'm tongue-tied right now and don't know what to answer

He raised a curl of his chin in a smirk and I lost it

He remembered, he remembered me from the party and is purposely throwing me because of what??

"Well I guess that ends it, you can invite the next person" He stood up and I did the same knowing this was the only opportunity

"When I say I'm a hard worker I don't mean how you see it" he stopped walking out, turned around, and has an interested look pricked on his face

"I may not be qualified but I can take on as many tasks as possible and I know my way around people which should be an added benefit to you. You can check through my file and see that I worked in a library for a long time"

"This isn't library work," he said immediately interrupting me, also seeming amused

"I know it isn't, but working there gave me an edge and now I know my way around people which I'm telling you is going to be super helpful"

Suddenly a bust of confidence has been thrown around and the more I kept speaking the more assured I know I sound

He gave me one last look then something passed between his eyes before he turned around

"I think that should be all," the lady said

I looked at them as the feeling of dejection draped over my shoulder

Looking down I pick up the bag I had dropped and without another word, I turned back and left the office

God I suddenly feel like crying or screaming knowing fully well I have let this opportunity pass by

"How was it??" Someone rushed towards me and asked

One look at her and she is turning away

"Oh, honey do you need to ask? Just look at her face, and with that cheap target clothing, where does she think she is going??"

I could hear their laughter as I turned around and started toward the elevator