The Target

The Interview

Sweat dripped down my forehead. 3.00 am. I thought. I was eagerly waiting for it. Come on. Come on.  I said. DING. The microwave stopped. Ah! Sweet sweet popcorn. I said as I emptied it into a bowl.

The house was dark. The only light was from the microwave, which soon went out as I closed the switch. I took my bowl and went back inside. My laptop was on the verge of closing, but I jumped to the bed, spilling some of my popcorn, and moved the cursor. The screen brightened. I was watching 'Zodiac'. Somehow the whole idea of thriller and mystery at night gets my stomach in a knot as I get excited. The creepy phone calls. The murders. And to think it is based on real events. Ooh boy. Robert Downey Jr. is so attractive. There is nothing the man can't do. Give him a sassy role, he can do it. Give him a serious role, he can do it.  I thought, fangirling.

Suddenly, the phone rang beside me. I jumped. Who is calling me at 3.30 in the morning? I pick up my phone. My hands shaking a bit. I flip it over to see the name. What the fuck is wrong with him?  I thought as I slid my finger through the screen. "What the hell, Adam? You scared me!!" I screamed. There was loud club music playing in the background. "Sorry, babe. Just wanted to check in with you. I was kinda worried when you declined the offer to come," He answered. "I don't drink that much," I said as I eyed the two empty Merlot bottles beside me, blushing. "Anyways, how is everything? Hello? Adam?" I asked. Ugh, that boy. He probably passed out. I cut the call, got up from my bed. I grabbed my hoodie and my car keys.

I drove down to Black Flamingo. I pushed opened the door and found my boyfriend lying drunk on the couch. Lewis saw me and brought my drunk boyfriend to me. All the people around me were staring. I mean why not? I just entered a fucking bar wearing shorts from Target and a faded hoodie. "Hey, Amy," Lewis said, and he hugged me with one arm around my waist and the other behind my boyfriend's shoulder. "Sorry, you had to come. You are a terrific girlfriend." Lewis said, handing Adam over to me. "Yeah. He may not be great at holding himself back, but he is lucky he's cute. Anyways, see you later." As I pushed my boyfriend in the back seat of my car, I suddenly remembered.  Shit! I have that interview tomorrow. I thought. I rushed to the apartment and put my boyfriend to bed. Ugh. What's wrong with me? I have an interview in four hours and all I did was watch movies and take care of my drunk-ass boyfriend.

The next morning, I was in my car before Adam woke up. I wasn't going to be late for this interview. I reached Sheraton Hotels in the nick of the time. I made my way to the reception," Hi, myself Amelia Grant. I applied for the job in hotel management! Can you please tell me where I might find the administrative head?" I was pretty tired with all the rush. The receptionist pointed out the directions and within five minutes, I was sitting in the office in front of Mr. Simon Hugh.

"Ms. Grant. You are half an hour late. That is something we don't encourage." He said. His words were thumping through my eardrums. "So, tell me something about yourself." Mr.Hugh asked with one eyebrow raised. "I- I " I stuttered. I cleared my throat and began, "I am Amelia Mary Grant. I, um, I have a master's in Hotel Management Course. Top of my class. I am truly honored to be sitting in front of you and applying for a job in this prestigious Hotel." I said.  Are you kidding me? He said something about ME. And I just made myself look like a fool in front of him. I thought to myself, cursing. Mr. Simon eyed me with awe, which looked more like curiosity to me, probably wondering why I am here and making a fool out of myself.

But the next words that came out of his mouth shocked me.