Begin Again

Chapter Five

"Just something about the way she moves. And I can't figure it out, there's something about her."

"Good-good morning, sir! Can I just start by saying how sorry I am about what happened earlier-?"

He turned to face the receptionist, acting oblivious to my presence.

"Please, can you escort Miss...?" He returned his attention back to me.

Shit, shit, shit. I can't give him my real name. What if Richard tries to find me?

I settled with the first name that popped in my head.

"Erm...I'm Kelly."

"Kelly...?" He gestured with his hands for me to continue.

"Kelly Best."

"Mrs V, could you please escort Miss Best to the waiting room with the others? Unlike the others, Miss Best, here, thinks it is appropriate to turn up late to something she considers a very important opportunity."

I focused my attention to the floor, ashamed at my poor behaviour and probably his first impression of me.

"Of course." Mrs V replied hesitantly, not understanding the innuendo he just said, as she walked out of her desk area and ahead of me to guide me to where the interview is probably located at.

After what seemed like forever, she finally showed me the waiting area which was already filled with younger, and very beautiful, applicants all wanting the same post as I did.

"Here we are," Mrs V started, turning to face me, before bringing me close to her, "Don't worry about the competition. There's something about you. You'll knock 'em dead."

I bit inside of my gum, to restrain myself from tearing up.

"Thank you so much, Mrs V, but if I'm being honest, I'm more worried about Mr Baxter." I whispered, hoping to not be heard by the other candidates.

Suddenly, she gave out a hearty laugh, and tightly gripped my shoulders trying to get a hold of herself. I gave a wearily, well aware of the attention we were attracting. Wiping her tears and releasing a sigh of understanding, she cleared her throat.

"Don't you worry about Trevon, darling. He's an absolute softie."

I gave her an unsure look, but decided not to question her any further.

"Now have a seat with the others and he will call you in shortly." She said, gesturing to the empty last seat.

I gave her a short thank you and sat down next to a woman with a filled briefcase resting upon her lap. I glanced down at my clenching fingers and my lack of notes to support my argument as to why I deserve this job. The woman next to me must have noticed my emptiness as she also tried to steal a quick glimpse before rolling her eyes and giving a quiet, but audible scoff. I began to wriggle in my seat not only uncomfortable with the scrutiny but also impatient. How long did these interviews last for? I buried my head in my palms, going over the stuff I was going to say in there. I'm an excellent organiser and typist. I have no reference but I'm willing to work for free for a while, as a trial. Not sure about that last one, but I'll put it all in God's hands.

"Miss Best?" I raised my head when I heard my name called to enter his office. Already? I scanned the empty waiting room, noticing that all the beautiful women had gone, and stood up. Mrs V ushered me into his office, before I thanked her.

"Remember, don't show him that you're nervous," she whispered, as we continued our journey. Wait, the waiting room wasn't even near where he worked? What was the point of that?