Isabella: Our Adopted Baby

Chapter 2

What did you think of chapter 1? It's a slow start but you will meet more characters in the next few chapters. Let me know what you think of chapter 2!

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No one was hiring. At least, it felt that way. I applied for job after job and either got rejection emails or I never heard back. I spent a week applying for jobs with no luck.

I was running out of time.

I stared at the paper Mrs. Lloyd had given me the day she fired me. Adult Surrogacy Inc. Maybe it would be a good job. Maybe helping moms and dads complete their families would be fun. Maybe it would be rewarding for me.

I needed a job so I couldn't be picky. I grabbed my phone and dialed the number. I hesitated for a second before I hit the call button and put the phone up to my ear.

"Adult Surrogacy Incorporated, how can I help you?"

"H-Hi, my name is Isabella Lawson. I was told you guys might be hiring and I wanted to see if I could apply for a position." I hated how nervous I sounded. I wanted to be confident and eager to learn and work. Instead, I sounded like an anxious child who was afraid to ask an adult for anything.

"Hello, Isabella. Thank you for your interest in our company. We have several vacancies at this time. We'd like you to complete an entrance exam to determine where you would best fit. May I have an email so we can send that out to you to complete?"

"Sure." I gave her my email address before I began chewing on the nail of my thumb.

"Thank you, Ms. Lawson. You will receive the email shortly. Once you have completed the exam, we will be in contact with you about setting up an interview."

"Thank you so much."

"Have a good day."

I let out a deep breath and sat down on the couch. Knowing I had something lined up was a big weight off my chest. Hopefully, everything would work out so I could get the job and be happy at it. That was all I wanted.

I grabbed my laptop and opened it up. I found the email they had sent and clicked on the link. It took me to a questionnaire with questions asking what kind of work I liked doing, who I liked working with, and what kind of tasks I would be okay doing. It seemed fairly simple. Hopefully, there were no right or wrong answers.

I spent the next hour answering questions about what kind of job I wanted from them. They asked if I liked working with others or alone, if I liked manual labor or not, if I had a passion for helping people, and if I was outgoing or introverted. It consisted of basic questions that every employer typically asked. I found it weird that they wanted to know these things in order to fit me in the right role within the company. Typically, employers asked these questions to see if you were a good fit at all.

But I wasn't going to question it. As long as they were willing to hire me, I wasn't going to complain.

I finished the exam and sent it back to the email address I'd gotten it from. Hopefully, I would hear back from them and they'd give me a job. I desperately needed the money.

I shut my laptop and walked into my bedroom. My room was small but I'd managed to fit lots of pictures on the walls and decorations around the room. It was my favorite place to go when I was having a bad day or if I was stressed out.

Trying to find a job and being constantly rejected was taxing. People kept telling me they didn't want me and it was starting to affect me mentally. I wasn't that unlikeable, was I?

I collapsed onto my bed and groaned. I didn't want to turn the lights off and get ready for bed but I knew I needed to. Being an adult sucked. But it wasn't like I could just go back to being a kid again. Life didn't work that way.

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Either this company was desperate for employees or they really liked me based on the entrance exam I completed. I heard back from them the following day and was told they wanted me to come in that week to meet the people in charge.

I couldn't have been more excited yet nervous. It was a new opportunity for me. Hopefully, it was a career path that interested me and gave me a purpose. I really wanted to find something I was good at.

I pulled a dress out of my closet and laid it on my bed. If I was going to get this job, I had to look my best. I had to show them that I wanted to work there.

I changed into the dress and then began braiding my hair. I really wanted the people at Adult Surrogacy to want me to work for them. I was going to have to work hard to impress them.

It all felt so daunting. I was scared that I might fail. I'd already been fired once in the last week. I wasn't sure what was going to happen if I didn't get this job but I couldn't focus on the what-ifs. I had to be positive and prove that I deserved the job.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I ran my hands over the front of my dress. It was a pink dress that hugged my body. It ended just above my knees. It wasn't revealing. It was the perfect dress to wear to get the job.

Think positively, Isabella.

I took a deep breath before I walked away from the mirror. I put on my sandals and grabbed my purse. It was now or never.