The Boss and The Equipper

Chapter 3- MR. BOSS

 I wrote the first half of this chapter while standing inside a moving bus that was running at full speed. See...my dedication towards these two stupids- Fin and Oli *lol*

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Fin's mind was fraught with nervousness which was something alien to her. The erratic pumping of her strong heart was resulting in hyperventilation which was deteriorating her confidence.  

She climbed the grey marble stairs with a timid gait and strained face, and tsked, utterly disappointed at her lack of confidence.

She held the glass door handle solidly and closed her eyes tightly, and drew in a deep breath which filled her lungs with tranquility. She opened her eyes, totally glee with her restored calmness and confidence.

Her footsteps echoed through the large hall with the white shiny floor. Her brown, big eyes were fixed at the big, elongated dark brown reception desk where sat two female and two male receptionists. She looked up at the white ceiling with big white lights which almost blinded her vision. The walls were white too with big posters and wall art of famous sports personalities and motivational quotes.

"How may I help you miss?" the male receptionist, sitting at the center of the desk spoke as Fin stopped right before him.

"Yeah, hii...I'm here for the equipment job-"

"Ah, I see. What's your name?" the receptionist asked, not letting her complete, as he started typing something speedily on the desktop computer.

"Finiaroli Dixtril."

"Age?"

"Twenty-four."

"Address?"

"Iolin Street, house number 12."

"Earlier occupation...if any."

Fin's heart filled with a sour feeling and she gulped down visibly as if trying to push the ill-feeling down her throat and straight to her stomach where the acid could destroy it. But sadly, the hydrochloric acid in her stomach, though strong, couldn't destroy whatever was flooding her heart.

Some things can never be obliterated from our system. The only thing we could do is to learn to live with them. And that's what Finiaroli was trying. Trying to live with her scars which were never going to fade away but definitely going to not pain one day.

"Cashier at a bar." She responded after a silent sigh.

"We'll take your passport-size photograph and..." the receptionist, whose name was Gilos, stretched out his hand and handed a warm paper to Fin, which just came out of a small printer beside the computer, "...this is your application form, you need to sign it," saying this he handed her a pen and Fin signed it after reading it.

"Take the escalator and go to the first floor, you'll find a door saying HIRING...that's your destination. Have a nice day Ms. Dixtril. Good luck," saying this, Gilos smiled professionally at her to which she nodded in return.

She wanted to smile. She really did. But she couldn't. Smiling....that sounded too bitter now.

Fin moved away from the reception area and her eyes landed on the three lifts which said- FOR STAFF AND AGED PEOPLE ONLY. She looked to her left and found two escalators, one moving up and one down, she stepped on the one going up. 

The owner is loaded, Fin thought in awe as she reached the first floor and looked at her feet which looked like they were suspended in the air as she was standing on the glass floor. To her left was the gym area and there were red ribbons dangling on the big glass doors which made Fin deduce that it had just been inaugurated. To her right was the office area.