𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑈𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝐽𝐸𝐴𝐺𝐸𝑅

𝟸. 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤

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𝑎𝑣𝑎

A week and a half after Carsyn and I arrived in New York, I had gotten a call from a law firm- Jaeger, something? I have no clue.

Nevertheless, I did my research on the firm.

"Eren Jeager? Please, he's total fucking eye candy."

"Jesus, Carsyn, how gay can you get?" I slid my hand down my face and huffed.

"Just don't go into the interview and fuck his brains out." He tugged on my hair as a sign of affection and walked out of my room.

I skimmed through more pictures of this 'Eren Jaeger'. He is, indeed, eye candy. He seems to be the type where just his presence would send shivers down your spine.

I guess I'll find out.

I slammed my laptop shut and got in the shower in preparation for tomorrow.

Legs shaved? Check.

Down south? Check.

Everything else one does in a normal shower? Check.

What the fuck am I doing?

I slap my hand against my forehead and turn the water off.

"Fucking dumbass, why are you talking to yourself? Psycho." I grumbled to myself, brushing my wet hair out.

I finish my nightly routine and decide that sleeping naked is the best course of action tonight.

Gotta let the girl downstairs breathe.

——

The next morning, I got up bright and early at 7 A.M. to get ready for the interview with Mr. Jeager.

I slid black lace panties up my legs along with putting on a matching bra. My outfit consisted of a black button-up top, a white blazer that cut off at elbows, a pencil skirt that ended just above my knees with a slit at the back, and simple white pumps.

I looked in the mirror to flatten out any lumps as Carsyn came into my room, eyes still half-lidded from sleep.

"Hey, sexy." He leaned up against my door frame.

"Do I look good?" I looked up at him, still flattening my outfit out.

"When do you not? Honestly, I'm jealous." He scoffs and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Kill it, babe." He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Okay, I have to get going or I'm gonna be late!" I grabbed my purse from my dresser, my phone, and my car keys and stormed out the door.

The drive to Manhattan was bearable. Hardly any traffic, and it was only about an hour and a half.

But driving in the city?

Scary.

Without dying or killing someone else, I pulled up in front of the tall skyscraper that was the Yeager firm. It was an all-white building with the words 'EZ Criminal Defense and Prosecuting' toward the very top of the building.

Stepping out of my car, I handed my keys to the valet and made my way into the very large building.

A valet, huh?

The interior of the building was sleek; black marbled walls and white marbled floors, white sofas and coffee tables, and a big white receptionist desk right in the middle of the first floor, a grand elevator behind it.

"Hi, how can I help you today, hun?" The blonde receptionist pulled me from my thoughts.

"I have an interview with Mr. Jeager, uh," I looked around for some sort of name tag, "Historia. That's a very nice name!" I smiled at her. She looked genuine and sweet, and she was so gorgeous.