the various chances

chapter three

Lily

Good God! What happened to his curls? Where are those dark curls this man used to have? ANd the fuck? Did he forgot how to be a normal human and have some pinch of expressions in the bowl of life.

Jeremy Nicholas Langford and I had eye contact and I swear to God I forgot to take a breath. This man has grown handsome in such an artistic manner that it would be a headache for authors of contemporary romance to find adjectives to describe him. Henry Cavil combined with Sebastian Stan or maybe Chris Evans combined with Sebastian Stan or maybe Logan Lerman plus Theo James. Ugh! Damn you, Jeremy!

I wonder if I will ever get to see those dimples of his!

That killer combination of blue eyes, dark brown silk locks with dimples that plow straight into single ladies' hearts. The dark blue suit accentuates his sharp features of a body made up of solid pecs with rock-hard washboard abs. I can bet 1000 dollars about him having abs and definitely 6 in number.

I shake my head and sigh. The paper in my hand, luckily the print of my resume was in good condition to be accepted because I don't know when was the last time I got that accepted and not just crumpled by some old looking interviewer. The last I appeared for an interview was at some real-estate company and that old hag of an interviewer had crumpled my fucking resume. Fuck him.

My nerves were on a strike, they refused to function normally since I had given them a glimpse of Jeremy. Say the name of the devil and the devil shall appear. I didn't knew that the modern age Satan's spawn were working in suits and were being CEO of some company. Sure as hell this spawn named Jeremy was heartbreak mixed with peach cocktail. I don't know how that goes.

He didn't turn to look this time but several head looked up at him as they did when he showed up on the floor for the first time. The ladies or should I say the other candidates have been discussing on 'How to work for a handsome looking boss?' And all of them think that they will sustain themselves, won't fail like the previous ones. What they don't know is that the boss right here doesn't mixes his professional and personal life.

A lady similar to my age dressed in white dress shirt with black pencil skirt, sandy brown hair styled in curls, and lips in some shade of rich red walks in the hallway and claps twice. She catches everyone's attention. She had a cheerful smile on her face, "My name is Emma and this is" -pointing to another feminine figure standing beside her which didn't catch my eyes at first- "Sierra. We'll be calling you guys as the interview is about to start. All the best."

"Alright, ready ladies?", Sierra says which makes the candidates besides me nod their heads. According to my rough estimation there were 10-12 of them, including me. Some of them were giving themselves final touch by some compact powder or lipstick, I literally heard some pops, some of them were giving themselves a pep talk while some of them were reading out their resumes in whispers while 1 or 2 of them were sitting ideally and then there was me.

I wasn't even supposed to be here in first place. The fuck was going on in my life. Me getting a call here for an interview was a mistake. What am I even doing here? This company wasn't even at the last position in the list and how the fuck did I end up here? Sitting on the bench and biting my nails over having a look at Jeremy, fucking 7 years later.

Fuck My Life!

Sierra gives the first call. The female candidate wearing a body con dress and black strap heels wakes up from her seat and makes way inside. I bit on my lip and huff, my foot tapping on the floor in nervousness. "We were not told that people from streets were allowed to appear for an interview in a multi-national company", a female voice comes. I don't bother breaking my stare from the door through which the second candidate was about to walk out.