Forced Vows

Secret job and stuff

I quickly strode out after that, maybe I'd just felt bad for him I don't know. The main thing that I should have been thinking about was the job interview. I had to get it. 

Had. To. 

After all those hours spent up at night writing my cover letter and editing my CV I couldn't not get the job. It was too hard to think about. I pulled at my shirt a little and sighed staring at the rain that had miraculously started. On usual days I would have been just fine walking outside in the rain, but today was not a normal day,, so of course walking into the job interview with eyeliner dripping off my face wasn't really an option. I turned around slowly and strode back towards the door trying to muster up all the confidence I had, because honestly I really didn't want to walk back in after my amazing exit. I slid back into the room deciding that I'd pretend he didn't exist. 

Evelyn seemed to have not moved from the opposition he was sitting in, as I slid back in to the living room his eyes flickered over back to me in silent questioning. As an answer I grabbed the umbrella and scurried back out.

Ok... awkward.

I opened the umbrella before exiting the building and walked out. The rain smashed against my umbrella the wind threatening to rip apart the bun I had worked on so tirelessly, but nonetheless I made it. 

It took me about thirty minutes to walk to the building and just as I reached the automatic door I caught the site if a taxi. Of course... brilliant- why did I not get a taxi here again? With a bitter sigh I slid into the automatic doors, thankful that for once I had not tried to pull them open, only because there was no handle to pull.

Ok Hazel, now start smiling! Try not to make it look like a grimace, there- good-ish... pretend as if this is the only job you have ever wanted . I spotted the room I was supposed to wait in and walked over.

I didn't have to wait long for my turn, only about 5 minutes, during which I glanced around at the others who looked much more professional than me.  There was a guy with a beird that could embarrass that of a goat's, staring blankly at the wall, his eyes turned slowly to stare me up and down. I tried not to jump back. Then there was a guy eating  a sandwich, there was mustard on his moustache.  And they were both the size of mountains with the little hair left on their head slimed back into nothingness. My hair on the other hand, had loosened up and some rain had still managed to hit me, my clothes weren't as perfectly ironed as the rest of the candidates.

Inside the room I quickly stuck on a smile and sat down in front of the man. There were two other men sitting at the back of the room with clipboards uttering to each other. The man could have been a human version of Barbie's- boyfriend whatever his name was with a little more stubble and not as plastic looking. The man smiled at me showing a glimpse of his startlingly white teeth.

"Mr Antonio Blake." He introduced himself taking out his hand, I shook it slowly.

"Hazel- well Ms Hazel if you insist... I mean at least thats what-" I stopped myself before I could make other stupid comments and nodded sitting down. Great... I was already doing amazing.

"You can learn a lot about the title one gives themselves." Mr Blake started whirling a pen around in his hand.

"Well how very interesting!" I exclaimed a little too joyfully with the same smile stuck on my face

"For instance those who use 'Ms' instead of Miss or Mrs could be seen more private..." He thought for a bit. "Are you married Ms Hazel?" He asked leaning back in his chair a little.

"Does it matter?" I asked the same smile stuck on my face, (which honestly was getting quite tiring- the smiling).

"Of course not." Mr Antonio coughed; I tried to ignore the men scribbling at the back of the room. "Let's begin shall we?"