Vegas Lights

Chapter 5

Iris's P.O.V

I made it back home around 9:30 after my interview at the casino. I had already changed into something more comfortable, yoga pants and a white t-shirt. Lia finally texted me back too. She told me to never doubt my skills again, regarding my ability to make a killer outfit. She's always been one of my biggest supporters. I texted her back 'I got the job!!! I start tomorrow!'
My dad got back to me as well, wishing me luck with my interview. I decided to call him and tell him that I got the job. After a few rings he picked up.

"Hey baby, how did it go?" He asked me.
"I got the job dad!" I yelled through the phone.
"I'm so happy to hear that sweetie, I'm very proud of you." He sounded a little off to me.
"Is everything okay?" I asked him.
"Yes, I'm just not feeling the best right now, I think I'm trying to get sick." He said with a sniffle.
"Oh, do you need anything? I have some time before I have to go into work." I told him.
"No, no. Your pops has got everything he needs right here. Plus, it's not too bad right now. Hopefully it doesn't get worse." He said.
"Okay, if you say so." I said hesitantly.
"I'll be okay, baby. But I'm gonna hop off of here and try to get some rest. I love you and I'm so proud of you." He said. I could hear his smile through the phone.
"I love you too, and thank you again for everything." I said.
"Ah, it's nothing. All I did was talk to some people. You're the one who got the job yourself." He said chuckling.
"Well, still." I said.
"Alright, I love you baby. Call me if you need anything."
"I will, dad. I love you too." I said and we both hung up.

I went and made another pot of coffee knowing that I would need it to get me through the rest of the day. Hell, I'd need it to get me through the rest of this week. It's definitely not going to be easy. I went to the coffee table in the living room and grabbed my laptop, sitting it down on the kitchen counter. Gotta squeeze in school work whenever I can at this point.

While I was working, I sipped on the coffee I had made myself, occasionally checking my phone out of habit. Even if there was nothing to check. As I was doing my work my stomach started growling, almost demanding to be fed.

Rummaging through my fridge, I realized I didn't have many options, so I decided on some simple cheese and crackers. I made myself a little tray and sat down on one of my bar stools and ate while continuing my work. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened during the interview. It kept replaying in my head on a loop. The way he looked at me, made me feel like the sexiest person in existence. His lips on my hand felt as soft as cotton candy. Brendon himself was undeniably sexy. The way he dressed, the way his hair was slicked back. Hell, even his aggravation towards being so short staffed was hot. I suddenly realized where my train of thought was going and quickly snapped out of it. I've been on a solo streak for awhile and it's been better this way. Once the thoughts of Brendon finally cleared up, I continued with my work.

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I wrapped up the rest of my school work for the next three days and shut my laptop. I put my tray in the sink and my laptop back on my coffee table. I didn't notice how long I was sitting there and realized that I was late for work. I mumbled 'Oh shit.' to myself and ran to my bedroom, but not before tripping on the corner of the bottom of the kitchen counter and falling down. I'm not usually clumsy, but I hate being late for anything. It's always brought so much anxiety to me if I was. I was okay, but my pinky toe was not. I sat in the floor for a minute just rubbing it, trying to get the pain to go away. Once it did, I was right back on my feet again.