Bite The Needle

Part 3: The Poisonous Interview

Unlocking the door to her four-hundred thousand dollar apartment, Ella was overcame with the harrowing feeling of exhaustion. The soles of her feet were blistered pink from the 3 block walk home, rocking a three inch pair of stilettos. Ella let out the silk ribbon in her hair, sending a spiral of  blonde multitone S-curls down her back onto her beautiful mocha toned skin; then slipped off her intoxicatingly black garments.  She then, ever so gracefully let a white lace satin night gown fall  over her slim figure as she grabbed her laptop.

As she opened up Bing she suddenly remembered to check her email. 20 new messages. One being from her Dr's Office.

Dear Mrs. Ella Tipton, we are messaging you to remind you that you have an upcoming appointment scheduled for 3:30pm.

Ella reached for the bottle of strawberry vodka under her bed before letting out an exasperated "Fuck."  It was too late to reschedule so she'd have to pay a fine, a huge fine if she didn't go, but she had that appointment at Southern Vogue too!  "Damn Secretary," Ella shouted as she took a shot...

"Erm um your Secretary and Recorder just quit," Linda mumbled.

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Ella switched tabs and went to the employee search database, Ellas fingers typed hastily as she entered an ad for a secretary and personal assistance. Suddenly a croak emersed from Ella's throat as she choked on the Vodka she had held in her mouth. After much sputtering and coughing, Ella found that she could barely breathe, so she took out a cigarette hoping the tobacco would calm her nerves.

After huffing a few puffs, Ella put out her smoke; with her golden hair falling softly across the white sheets she fell asleep.

The next morning...

Ella slid her finger across the screen to her phone, finding 12 email notifications in response to the job ad  she posted the night before. Her fingers sped almost demonically as she replied to all of them, stating that all interviews would be held at 1:30 that day. Then Ella's pudgy thumb held down the home button. "Siri, call Southern Vogue," Ella wheezed. "You mean Southern Vogue Magazine INC?" Sir computed her request, while showing results for multiple other places. "Yes," Ella coughed.

A few minutes later the secretary answered the phone. "Southern Vogue Magazines, hope you're having a fashionable day, how can I help you?" The secretary chirped.  Under her breath, Ella mumbled,"Well you could stop being fake as fuck." Ella cleared her throat, "Um connect me to Linda Carlingtons Office."  "Erm yeah, I'm going to put you on hold," the woman said. Ella's breath shattered as she hung up the phone ten minutes later.

"Siri," Ella wheezed," Get me the number to Linda Carlington, Atlanta, Georgia." A blue flash was reflected onto Ella's face as  phone numbers appeared on the screen. Ella scrolled through the results before selecting the right one.

"Damn, Steve Jobs made better assistants  than a job trainer could do in a damn week," Ella mumbled under her breath. 

Linda answered the phone "Hello, Southern Vogue senior editor here."

"Hi, Ella here, I'm going to have to reschedule today, I forgot I had an appointment," Ella said quickly.

"Alright Mrs. Tipton tomorrow then, 4:00pm?" Linda asked. "Perfect," Ella responded.

Ella hung up the phone as she placed her feet onto the cold granite shower floor. Turning on the faucet, Ella jumped back as ice cold water hit her flesh. She stood to the side waiting for the hot water to creep up the pipes. Slowly, heat infiltrated the four doored space, easing the tightness in Ella's chest.  Taking advantage of this, she rubbed the warm water across her throat, pausing to wash the rest of her  fleshed silhouette. Looking at the clock on the sink Ella quickened her pace, ending the flow of water abruptly.