"Next!" Exclaimed a loud voice from the room where the applicants are being interviewed. The assistant scrambled to her feet as she call the name of the next applicant to enter the 'interview room'.
The girl beside me stood up for her turn to be interviewed, not even 5 minutes have passed...
"Next!" Hollered the loud voice again, but this time with a hint of agitation. Next thing I know my name is being called.
Here goes nothing...
When I entered the plain white room I saw a desk in the middle and a chair behind it where the intimidating interviewer sat. I took the seat in front of the desk and handed him my papers (which is not much, since I'm only 16)
BIODATA
NAME: Andrea Victoria
AGE: 16
SEX: Female
ADDRESS: New City, New Jersey, U.S.A.
CONTACT NO.: +639484264245
"You're only 16, yet you're looking for a job. What are your parents for?" he asked sarcastically.
"I'm living with my dad, my mom is living with my grandmother." I answered nonetheless.
"Separated. Are you working for the both of you? I mean you and your father?"
"No. I work for my own needs, since he's barely home I might as well consider myself living on my own."
"Do you have a former job?"
"I helped in a day care center, where we assist children with mental disorders." He looked up at me for the first time and raked his eyes up and down my body and nodded.
"Aren't you underdressed for applying?" He asked, although he already seemed to be sure himself that I am, in fact underdressed. I wore a black skinny jeans, maroon tee, my maroon low cut converse. At least I have the decency to put on a little make up and curled my shoulder length dark blue hair.
"Good attire is not really on the requirements needed to apply for this job." I answered and he raised an eyebrow at me.
"What did you learn from being a former day care center helper?"
"I learned how to communicate with children and very demanding parents."
"Very demanding parents?" He set my papers down on the table and looked directly at me.
"You know, the ones that asks me to pay more attention to their child, when clearly favouritism is prohibited."
"Hobbies?"
"I like to watch movies, read books, eating, drawing and painting, writing, and I love music."
"Movies... drawing... music..." He repeated to himself, "What makes you think that I will hire you?" He asked and I rolled my eyes discreetly.
"I'm a wonderful person, I have skills, I'm good at communicating. I have a very strong charisma, I'm a fast learner so, whatever job you offer here I can easily adapt." I answered confidently.
"What if I told you that we're looking for prostitutes?" He asked, but I know he's joking. He can be a joker at the age of 40 eh?😂
"I'm sexy, if I say so myself." I answered jokingly and he laughed.
We talked for more than 30 minutes about me, my likes, dislikes, interests, favourites, and now he'd been smiling and laughing more. I also found out that he's 42 years old, his wife passed away 3 years ago. She left him with three kids 17 years old is the eldest and the other two is the same age as me. Not to mention he's downright loaded, he owned this agency and 7 more in different states, he has charities, and a hella lot of mansions here in the U.S. and other more countries. He also owns 5 star hotels and restaurants and exclusive resorts, I can just imagine what luxury his children are experiencing. I bet they didn't even experience having a boo-boo.
Lucky them, he also said that they're spoiled, so it's kinda hard dealing with them, especially now that they're grown ups and can do whatever the hell they wanted. he also said that they only worsen when their mother died, they become rebels.
"So when are you going to call me?" I asked.
"Call you?"
"If I'm hired or not."
"Oh. You're hired."
"Really?!" I asked flabbergasted. I mean It's my second job and all.
"Yeah, when you said you're a former day care helper, I already considered hiring you."
OHMYGOD! Finally I have a job. I won't really blame them if they won't hire me, I'm not really the brightest pea in the pod.
Oh haha! I forgot, I'm the only pea in the pod. Mom once told me that they tried to have another child, a boy specifically but they gave up eventually, and dad said I'm 2in1 already since I'm their princess that loves the color black, loves make up but all of my friends are guys, since it's less drama. I also had a band where I'm the only girl and I work as the vocalist, we call ourselves 'Rogues', because during that time I'm convinced that werewolves exist.
I still believe they do.
"You'll start tomorrow." Mr.D reminded me.
And yes, I finally knew his name. Or at least that's what he insist of calling him.
I thank him, stood up and was about to leave when a question popped in my head.
"Wait! what's my job?"
"You'll work as......"
Don't tell me he's serious about the prostitute thingy?!?😱
"The Babysitter."
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