His last minute bride

2

"Just keep hoping Suzy, that they grant me the job." I took the plates from the table, heading to the kitchen and dropping the plates on the sink.

It had been three days already since I sent the application, what were they still waiting for?

Were they not going to give me? I hadn't gotten any reply from any of the other places I applied for a job, it was frustrating having to just sit at home when I know that the precious time is wasting, I can't risk wasting any more precious times.

"Don't stress yourself about it too much. Everything will be okay." She smiled.

She still looked okay as doctor Mike had said it was going to keep happening step by step. I needed the money as soon as possible.

He had said they could start the surgery if we had up to half of the money and even now, my account only spoke $2000 which was gathered by Rose and some of her friends.

"I'm sure it'll be." Just then my phone vibrated in the pocket of my gray jean trouser I thought matched perfectly with the yellow oversized shirt I had on.

I removed it from my pocket, clicking on the message I had gotten. I felt my heart beat faster as I read it. My smile was certainly able to tear off my skin but I didn't bother.

"What happened?" Suzy had rushed to stand beside me. She grabbed my phone from my hand and read the email from Jonzx Haiè International.

They had called me for an interview, which was on Thursday, that was in 2 days time. "Wow, you finally got a response." She wrapped her hands around me, shaking me from left to right.

"Oh my," I grabbed my phone from Suzy whose smile was almost as wide as mine. "I need to call Rose right now, I am really nervous. The Jonzx Haiè International are going to be interviewing me."

"Yes call her."

I dialled Rose's number, she answered after the second ring.

"Is everything alright?" She sounded concerned, she has sounded like that since Suzy's disease was diagnosed.

"I'm going for an interview on Thursday."

"Really? Where?"

"Jonzx Haiè International." Her squeal caused me to drift the phone backwards a little.

"Are you serious right now?"

"You bet your fucking ass I'm serious." I chuckled. "I'll need your help with what to wear—"

"Say no more." She interrupted and hang up.

***
Thursday had finally arrived. Rose had made sure to dress me in the best style for an interview.

I had on a white button down shirt with grey pants and the only expensive black Michael Kors hand bag Rose had. She had packed my black mid-spinalcord length hair in a bun and lent me her grey heels.

As soon as the taxi dropped me in front of the Jonzx Haiè International. I felt my body shaking, I was nervous. Very nervous.

I recalled Rose's words. 'Walk like you own that position' so I walked inside as soon as the door had automatically opened for me to go in.

I was greeted by a female who I guessed was the receptionist. "Are you a visitor?" She asked, in a calm tone.

She looked like she could be in her mid-twenties. She was wearing a red knee length gown and her shoulder length red hair was swaying like waves on her shoulders.

"I'm here for the interview." I replied, a smile planted on my face which was replied with a warm smile from her.

"Please write your name here." She pointed to a book that had a pen beside it. I took the pen, writing my name down and the time which I checked from a wall clock.