𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ☏︎

𝟎𝟐 | 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐡 ☁︎

With a heavy sigh, I unlock the front door. Setting my bag onto my desk, I hang my coat and untie my ponytails.

I sit down in front of the desk and I turn on my computer. I reach for the business card and set it on the desk.

A tech company.

I typed the company name into google, and I searched for job offers.

I scrolled a bit more and found that they were offering positions as receptionists. I mean, how hard could it be to be a receptionist?

I set up an interview, shut off my computer and drifted off to sleep in my chair.

• • •

A few days pass by, and I'm getting ready for my afternoon interview. My boyfriend Noah and I had an argument last night.

It was about me hurting his 'precious' girl best friend's feelings at the café a few days ago.

Even though I had told him many times that she was being an unbearable little bitch, he still sided with her.

He made me feel like I was in the wrong.

And like the people pleaser I tried so hard not to be, I apologised.

At least he forgave me.

But he still wasn't talking to me, this morning he left for her place to go 'comfort' her because the videos of her went viral and she was having a 'hard time' dealing with all the mean comments.

I bet his little friend downstairs was having a hard time too.

After my interview I'm going to apologise again. I really don't want to lose him, especially to her.

I called an uber and prayed it came on time since he took my car to her place.

...

When the interview ended, I waited in the lobby, calling another uber. I was feeling a bit down because I knew that interview did not go well.

I fumbled on my words and stuttered... a lot. Which was funny because I don't stutter at all. Talking is literally my hobby.

As I sat and waited for my uber, a familiar looking man walked past me.

Damien? What is he doing here?

"Damien!" I shouted. His snaps in my direction, brows drawn in, face glaring. Looks like his day isn't going well either.

I want to talk to him about our little reunion which occurred the day I quit my last job. The way he left so abruptly made me feel like I did something wrong.

Maybe he didn't recognise me.

I stood up and paced towards him.

"How have you been? It's been too long!" I squeal, going in for a hug. Yet to my surprise, he tenses and pushes me off him, giving me a cold glare.

He doesn't say anything.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have touched you without con-"