Reality Bites Me

Where Does Your Interest Lie?

If I thought that one afternoon of being bombarded by Jess's pesky remarks on my clothes was more than enough, I was wrong. The fashionista was fashionably late as usual and was parking her Porsche in front of my residence and then she approached my door. This was followed by the usual ringing of the doorbell and then the shrill cry of happiness when momoa meets Jess. Momoa called out for me but I was more than not interested to drag my butt down the stairs.

What happened last night hampered with the normal pattern of my heart beat. Why would Ethan just offer us jobs like that? Was he that desperate for new employees?

I couldn't get any beauty sleep at  night. I guess I'll have to settle for the formally dressed zombie look for the job interview at the well reputed magazine company.

After repeated failed attempts of making me budge from my room, they finally got the message that I wasn't going to come downstairs, they decided to come upstairs.

"There's my lucky comrade!" Jess greeted me on entering my bedroom, "How are you?"

"You are a half hour late!" I yelled at her, ignoring her question, "Didn't you know that the value of time increases when it isn't being used productively?"

"Man where do you come up with these things? She mocked me, "by the way I have been using the time productively. I already decided an outfit for you." Jess said holding up a bag which I assumed contained my afternoon look.

Well at least I didn't have to hear any of her nasty judgmental remarks about my clothes.

"And besides I only did it because I didn't want you to walk into the building looking like you were destitute of clothes. "

I spoke too soon. That's what some best friends are like; it's hard for them to have a conversation without criticizing each other. It's fun if you have something to get back at them with.

" You mean like the way you used to dress back in high school before the principal threatened to suspend you for wearing clothes that were barely visible." I retorted.

I heard my mother gasp at my declaration and Jess's face reddened. Huh! Serves her right for messing up the one alibi I had made up last night to protect myself from being accused of being a terror stricken kitty! But I quickly changed the topic after realizing that I had just opened the dam about one of her biggest secrets.

"Hey momoa! How did you know that it would be this important to meet Ethan? I mean he literally just told us to join the company without even thinking about the fact that we might muddle something up while we work there!"

" Well I..I didn't know that he would actually offer you girls' jobs, I just thought that it wouldn't hurt to get to know him. Besides he is the man that offered your momoa such a big contract for catering. I may have catered for magazine parties in the past but this one was nothing like I've ever done before!" Momoa said.

I knew exactly what she was talking about after I recollected the feeling of the expensive ambiance the place had given me. She must have been paid big bucks for her work at the party.

"Never mind what has already happened, let's just be thankful, shall we? I think we've wasted enough time chit-chatting. I'll let you girls get ready." Momoa said and left my room.

" First of all, I hate you and second of all let me just say that you look like you've got a hangover!" Jess said with a vexed look on her artistically painted face.

"I couldn't sleep! Could you? I am so nervous about... "

"I couldn't sleep either! I was just so ecstatic about today! Okay let's get you ready. This time I'm going to tie you to a chair if I have to and then apply the make-up keeping in mind that too much of it will not be enough!"