Tied to the devil

Chance

Maia POV

It's now Sunday, I don't work on the weekends, so I have a lot of free time. I was making my fifth cup of coffee today when a notification popped up on my laptop. I scroll to the top of my emails and open the new message.

Dear Celeste Adams

We would like to give you the opportunity at becoming a personal assistant for Mr Marchetti. Please come at 8:00 on Monday morning to the twelfth floor of the main building on Thomas street and ask for Natasha at the reception. You are expected to be on time in work environment clothes; bring your identification and resumé with you.

Yours sincerely Natasha.

Oh my god. I just got called for an interview for becoming the personal assistant for one of the richest companies in America, when did my luck change.

I'm kind of bummed that I haven't gotten an email from the dance company, but I guess this could be fun. I dance around my apartment in excitement until thoughts overtake my mind. What should I wear? How do I make myself sound professional? What the fuck do you even do in an interview?

All the things I missed out on learning I now need, damn I thought school was pointless. I scramble through my closet looking for 'work environment clothes' until I realise, I need to go shopping.

I take a taxi as the nicer shops are at least an hour and thirty-minute walk away. The streets are thriving with people casually shopping, site seeing and getting around for work. I head into H&M to find some affordable work attire; I can't exactly walk in with my lacy panties and bra.

I must've tried on at least a hundred items of clothing before narrowing it down to a black mini skirt with a white shirt and open suit jacket or long black wide leg pants and a white turtleneck long sleeve top. They both accentuated my long bodies features whilst also looking incredibly professional.

Its all about the first impression.

My alarm abruptly woke me out of my sleep. I haven't been up this early in over 2 years and to say I hate it is an understatement. Its 6:30 as I wanted to get prepared early and definitely be on time; no, I want to be early. I first make a strong cup of coffee and take a freezing cold shower, so I don't look half asleep during this interview, which I undoubtedly do right now. I decide to go for natural makeup because I heard when hiring, companies prefer people with a more natural beauty than forced- that could be a load of bullshit though.

I put on concealer to cover the discoloration under my eyes; then I do some natural brown eyeshadow and a tiny bit of blush before coating my eyelashes with mascara, making my hazel eyes pop out. I pin one side of my hair back and lay the rest over my shoulder trying to get it out of the way but still in a professional style.

I choose the mini skirt, white shirt and black suit jacket seeing as I shaved my legs last night for the occasion. See prepared.

I pick out some 3-inch platform heels that are black and reflective with an ankle buckle to keep my feet secure. I am close to perfection at walking in heels at this point, even running, I got so used to it you could probably call me a pro.

I pick up everything I need for the day and head down the stairs. The other tenants aren't awake at this time, so I don't get any unwanted attention. I take a taxi which is definitely going to put strain on my money as I hardly have any left, but I don't want to mess up my hair before I even walk in the building.

Once I arrive, I stare up at the skyscraper, it's so daunting, I've never been in a place like this before. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to go inside," a man speaks from behind me as I am distracted by the building in front.