His Addiction

No one to turn to🌒

To rule your mind, control your gates.
To rule your world, take hold of its gates."
― Martin Uzochukwu Ugwu
Sade's POV

While many looking in from the outside may call me delirious and impulsive,I see myself and the world from a whole different perspective. You see I usually don't think before acting. Most times I react with my heart and not my head but honestly that's what makes me .....me.

The morning sun beats against my skin as the rays peak through my window.Usually I'm already up and ready for work but because of my ex boss and his multiple unwanted advances, I decided to quit. Quite bold of myself I may say.I wish I could say that I miss my job but I really don't.
Sure,working as a personal assistant for a successful company can have its perks but it also has its downsides.As I roll out my bed I slide my fuzzy house slippers on and drape my robe on in the process.Proceeding to the shower ,I stop in front the mirror taking a once over of myself.
My brown eyes looking over my curvy figure .My height is quite contradicting to my age which often sets off the age comments as I stand at about 5"7 but to much peoples surprise I'm actually in my early twenties .Twenty three to be precise.
I take my time doing my daily skincare routine as I brush my teeth .Deciding on taking a bubble bath since there's no where for me to be at today.
As i sit in the bath as the warm water hits my feet while simultaneously filling the bathe I sit there allowing myself to reflect and decompress from the eventful day I had yesterday.
After my bath I get ready and head downstairs to prepare breakfast to start my morning.
As I make myself a bowl of cereal ,I check my phone for unanswered texts or calls but as usual my phone is quite empty except for the continuous texts from my old boss which deserve no answer .
Midway through my breakfast I hear the daily newspaper being dropped off alongside my other mail.I quickly go outside, get it and return inside. The last thing I need is my elderly neighbors who frequently immerse themselves in my personal life checking my mail.
Skimming through the newspapers ,I spot a job opening for an assistant position in a marketing company, R.mlt ltd,is widely known as one of if not the best marketing companies around and also the one with the most recognised from the press .
Mainly due to the CEO of the company, I've heard many prude accusations against him and his nonchalant attitude towards workers and associates yet it never reflects in the companies states and business ventures.
I choose to not judge to quickly because I've never met him so therefore most of these rumors can be wrong or twisted .I go online and book an appointment which is for next week and hope that it goes well.

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As I hurriedly make my way out the door ,the dewy mist hits my face as I rush to lock up and climb into my vehicle. Though I am no where near late I admittedly love arriving earlier than intended so no complications are met along the way .Today being the day of my interview with my new potential boss.My anticipation grows as the music blasts throughout the car while I cruise through the various streets making my way to my 9 am interview at 8 o'clock.Pulling into the parking lot of the building, that is no more than 30 minutes away from my apartment complex,I shut off the radio and do a once over of my makeup and attire making sure to make any necessary touch ups.Grabbing my purse ,I enter the building to be met with a monochrome interior with many antique furniture peices.While making my way to the secuitry's desk I feel a pair of eyes following me but I chose to ignore due to the task at hand.
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Finally,I arrived on the 42nd floor though it took over 5 minutes because it's the top floor.As I stepped out of the elevator I was met with a desk filled with papers,a beautiful computer setup and a extremely pretty receiptionist. Unfortunately her looks seem to not match her personality.

"What do you want?" She asked with a tone that no one has ever seemed to use on me before.
  Pushing aside my urge to get disrespectful back, I put my nicest voice on to ask where I should wait.

"Hi, I'm here for the interview! Where should I wait?"
  
"Idk,maybe over there with the rest of them" she says as she  rolls her eyes.

Sigh...

With a heavy sigh I walk my way over to the waiting room located across the receptionists desk but more specifically BEHIND me and out of my line of vision.

As soon as I sit down the same reception enters with a sheet of names with the order for the interviewees with me being third.

~5 minutes later ~

"SADE!"

As soon as I was called I followed the receptionist to the Ceo's office.

"Good luck" . Something with the way she said it made me feel she was forced to say that.

With that I was left by my self  standing outside my possible future bosses office with nothing but nerves.I twisted the door knob as I took a deep to calm down.

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