Chapter 5 Did I get the job or not

You told the CEO of Ross Globals that he has attitude problems. You. Stupid. Little. Shit.

The voice in my head snickered in amusement.

I wanted to bang my head against the wall. It's in cases like this that I really wish I knew how to control my mouth when I get provoked.

"Elena Jenson," Matilda's voice called out from inside the office immediately after the first girl came out. I took a shaky breath before walking into the office.

"Elena, hi", she greeted with a smile that looked more genuine.

Her office was absolutely breathtaking. I don't even know what position she held but damn, she must be pretty high up.

"Do you have any kids?" She asked, shocking me. That was not exactly the first string of questions I was expecting in this kind of situation. She must have noticed the shock on my face because she let out a little laughter.

"That's actually meant to be among my last questions but I couldn't help but notice the green little crayon stain on the side of your dress."

My face burned. I was mortified, it must have been when Max hugged my legs before we left for school.

"I do. A son, Max, he's five" I responded honestly.

"And his father?" "Not in the picture." She pursed her lips together, nodding at my answer.

"This job does not keep you past normal office hours but you are however not allowed to leave the premises unless you have been granted permission to do so. I say this because I know how kids can be and we don't need our employees bristling in and out of the building at every call from school."

I nodded at her, "of course, I understand."

She asked me a couple more questions about my work experience and for some reason, my patience before dismissing me and calling in the last person.

My eyes stayed on the large delicate looking clock that hung on the wall in the area we had been waiting. It took exactly twelve minutes before the last lady came out with Matilda walking behind her.

"Follow me ladies," she gestured.

I was just about to note to myself that I hadn't seen any male employees when a bunch of guys in their late twenties passed by the four of us. I heard one of them let out a low whistle, making me shake my head in disgust.

We entered into a wider section of the building and went through a sliding glass door. Matilda spoke inaudibly to the lady that was seated behind a desk there and she nodded before handing each of us a file and telling us to go in one after the other.

She had just stopped talking when the lady who arrived last hurried in the direction which she had pointed. I and the other girl looked at each other and shrugged.

"This is certainly not the way things are done in most organizations," I muttered to myself. The girl giggled softly, showing that she had heard me.

She looked a little younger than I was, fresh out of college maybe. If I was being honest, she was most likely to get the job out of the three of us. Emma, she said her name was.

"How come you're not nervous?" She asked, wiping her hand on her skirt. I stifled a laugh. "Let's just say I've had practice," I replied,

"Every minute I spend out here makes my palm sweat even faster, I'm so nervous," she whispered.

I opened my mouth to respond when we heard a crying voice coming in our direction. The lady who had previously entered, zoomed past us with tears and mascara streaming down her face.

The lady behind the desk didn't even look up to see what the noise was.

Emma looked at me with a horrified look on her face before straightening up and walking towards the office.

It was my turn to have sweaty palms. I wondered what he might have said to her to make her cry. My heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

Soon enough, Emma walked back out and stood beside me. I raised a questioning brow at her but she only shook her head in response and gestured for me to go in.

If anything struck me first, it was the size of the office. From where I and Emma were standing, you wouldn't have guessed there was a room as big as this here.

My eyes strayed to the digital transparent clock on the wall. 10:36am, it read.

"Not watching where you're going is how you end up bumping into people, Mrs...." His voice was calm this time, not as piercing as it was when I bumped into him earlier.

"Miss Jenson. Elena Jenson," I filled in for him, still not looking up at him.

"Elena Jenson," he said, like he was trying the name on his tongue. "Look at me miss Jenson," he instructed in a clipped tone.

My eyes met his green ones across the desk. They were so cold, dark and calculating, I could see why the first last ran away crying.

"Take a seat miss Jenson," he gestured to the chairs that sat across from him. I sat carefully on one of them, crossing one leg across the other and straightening my back.

My grandmother would say, "even if you break, don't let them see it."

Inside, I was panicking completely but I had to keep a relaxed front. It's the least I can do after spilling coffee on him.

"As I'm sure you can see, I changed my shirt," he started, leaning forward on the desk.

"I'm really sorry again about that, it was an accident." I apologized, making sure to keep my voice sincere.

He smirked lightly, "I'm sure it was."

I really hope I get the job. I spent way too much on this fucking to not get the job. How do I recover over a thousand dollars just like that?

He picked up the landline and pressed a button on it.

"Alicia, prepare an employment letter."