A Lover's Revenge (Christian Romance)

The interview Part 2

Chapter 2

Mya stared at herself in the mirror and then scrunched up her face; did she look like a prostitute?

"Maybe a little more makeup," Mya muttered to herself as she picked up the bright red lipstick she had purchased the previous day and dragged it heavily across her lips. She hiked the skirt up a few more inches so that even bending would be a dangerous activity and spun around one more time in the mirror.

"My hair," Mya groaned as she undid the bun she had grown so accustomed to and shook her hair free. It looked far too normal; perhaps she should have gone for a color or something? She would have to make up for the hair by pulling the shirt down and showing a little more cleavage, maybe chopping off a bit of it and showing a little more of her stomach as well. As an afterthought Mya tied a bright red scarf about her head.

Ten minutes later Mya strolled in front of the mirror and surveyed herself again.

"Not too bad, I think I look like I'm ready for a pimp." She smiled.

Mya glanced at the clock on the wall anxiously, Lisa still hadn't put in an appearance and every effort to reach her on the phone had been futile.

"Darn."

If she had to do this alone she would, it had been a long time since she had felt as if she was doing something that made a difference, this was going to make a difference, this was going to expose Lucas Fierra for the demon he really was.

Mya whipped out her telephone and speed dialed Lisa again as she headed out the door. Still no answer.

Mya inhaled a deep breath and released it slowly.

"I am no longer a child," she said to herself. "I am a woman. A strong, confident worman and I am not afraid of Lucas Fierra, Lucas Fierra must fear me."

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Mya fidgeted in the line, she felt like a sore thumb. There were so many girls there for the programme and they all looked so well dressed and pleasant.

"Look momma, its bozo!" A seven year old child behind her yelled as she pointed at Mya.

The mother looked about twenty years old and was wearing a loose fitting pant suit; she grinned at Mya apologetically.

"They brought a clown!" The kid gripped Mya's skirt and tugged at it gleefully.

"Are you with a circus?" The child demanded as Mya tried to rub off some of her lipstick in the shoulder of her blouse. Where was Lisa? She was desperately in need of a sidekick.

"This...um...is this the line for the 'working girls' programme?" Mya asked the young woman.

"A 'working girl' clown?" The child seemed incredulous. "What's that?"

The woman ignored both Mya and the child.

'It's not too late', a voice seemed to whisper in Mya's head. 'You can still slip away, pin your hair back into a bun, put on those really sensible black shoes, the dull grey skirt suit and no one would ever know you were even here.'

"I think they're opening the door now," the young mother muttered as she gripped the child firmly and shuffled towards the door.

If Mya was going to get out of this place she had to do it soon because the crowd was starting to press forward. Mya slipped out her phone and dialed Lisa's number hurriedly.

"Hi," Lisa's sing song voice responded.

"Where are you?" Mya demanded; she could already feel a mild panic attack coming on.