Workplace Romance

'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.

"Here, you can have it." He said to me as he removed his jacket and gave it to me.

I was stunned for a moment, I wanted to hug him and thanked him, but I got a hold of myself and tried to be formal as I ought to.

Without giving a damn of the other applicants, I took the jacket from him and quickly put it on. There was nothing to even think about as the jacket would help restore my lost confidence. It was what I needed.

The jacket covered me up and it touched my knees. "Gracious" I muttered as I looked as how spontaneous I looked in an expensive jacket.

"Thank you." I said to him as I sniffed the colon on the jacket.

It was 'Ocean blue' one of the most famous colon. I could tell because back then when I used to work as a bartender, I would sneaked to my boss's office and used his colon, it was same as his.

I raised my head and looked at him, he was staring at his phone. Like he was waiting for something. It definitely would be the interviewer. He was well dressed and looked rich. If someone like him have come for the same job as myself, I doubt I will get a chance.

"What did you apply for?" He asked me.

"Personal assistant to the CEO." I responded to him.

He smirked at my answer and looked away. I became nervous, I thought personal assistant doesn't need to do much. Steven had applied for the position because it didn't require a professional.

"What did you apply for?" I decided to ask him. I was waiting for his reply so I could smirk at him as well.

"Cloud engineer." He said.

I haven't heard such a thing before. Is it a profession, or he was just trying to pull my legs. I was flustered, I never had the money to go for college. I managed to register for some professional courses here and there which made me suitable for the role I applied for.

"Oh, wow, that's great. So you are an engineer?" I asked him in an attempt to get more clue and understanding concerning his profession.

With the way he squinted his eyes at me, I could tell that my question was a foolish one. How was I going to take back my word. It was very embarrassing for me. I was starting to feel a bit okay until I made a fool of myself 'again'.

"Partially, you can say I am an engineer." He answered me.

I started to feel a bit at ease. I really wanted to know what he meant by cloud engineer. But with the way he was smiling I knew he said so because he didn't wanted me to feel awkward.

"What is cloud engineer? What do they do?" I asked him as I gulped down my shame.

He would have just went ahead and explain, I guess he just wanted to make a fool out of me. I can't walk away, I need his jacket. Having gulped down my pride, I waited for his explanations.

From my expression he would be able to tell how eager I was to know more about the job.

"Cloud engineers are responsible for researching solutions for moving different functions like database storage to a cloud base system." He replied

'Damn' I muttered.

I had no idea of everything he just said. It was like gibberish to my ears. I was not that educated enough to know about different job profession. The only profession I knew of was the popular ones, like the people in medical fields, engineers, and lawyers. Every other profession always came as a shock to me.

I tried to hid my confused self from him. I kept smiling at him. His gaze was fixed at me, I could tell he was waiting for my response. I didn't had any, I wanted to avoid saying something that would made me looked any less foolish like I already had.

He looked away when he didn't get a response from me. He looked really brilliant and I admired him. I love it when a man is professional and calm and gentle. He had these qualities.

"Who hasn't received a number yet?" Said a voice at the front of the hall.

I looked at the person, I had no idea of what he was talking about.

"You haven't received a number." The guy said to me.

Without much thoughts I lifted my hand and yelled

"Me."

The man giving out the number frowned at the sight of me. I didn't wait up for his response, I walked straight to where he was.

As I approached him, a desk clipped with the jacket. I tried to get it off gently, but it wasn't pulling off, I then attempted to pull it off with force and the jacket shred. It was a nightmare, I thought my shame was over.

My jaw dropped at the sight of it, the jacket shred to a point I wouldn't be able to put it on.

"Oh my" I mumbled to myself.

I'm so screwed.

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.