"Corporate Roommates? Maybe not" {OilRose Fanfic}

C3 - Corporate Issues

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"Hello? I'm Venus Alerie Stewart applying for the uh...," I paused for one and I looked to my lap to check the numbers I've written down on a paper from the job opportunity poster's available jobs I ripped off earlier.

Before I said anything, they hung up. I stared at the hung up screen blankly and frowned and turned off my phone, and set it beside me on the bed.

Crossing off job opportunity number 6 on the paper list with a pen I found under the bed in Noah's guest bedroom. I sighed heavily and laid on the bed, throwing the pen on the pillow.

It's 11:19 in the morning, Noah just left for work like three or four hours ago.

I stared at the ceiling, intertwining my fingers on top of my chest, contemplating the meaning of life.

I called numbers for any accounting or marketing job on the papers only to be dealt with "later" or hung up on. I've only been in a business-related company or job before, either as a cashier, the supermarket job I was laid off from, accounting at a bank but I quit because it was boring.

I really need to make better desicions. Ain't no way I graduated from a business school to be living in the dumps. Not exactly the dumps since Noah's place is nice but you get what I mean. I'm unemployed and I have to pay my rent back at my apartment sooner or later or I will also end up homeless.

That's it. I'm either working as something I don't like or I'll be homeless and sad all my life.

Beggars can't be choosers now could they?

With ✨newfound✨ determination, and a quick huff, I sat up swiftly, grabbing the paper with multiple numbers and I began to call 'job opportunity number 7'.

It rang a few times and I took a deep breath, about to read my introduction paper.

"Hello, good morning, JC JENSON assistant manager, Jay Dawson speaking," A bored, weirdly familiar voice answered the line.

I lost my train of thought momentarily and stared at nothingness in Noah's guest bedroom, the sound of honking horns and birds, squirrels out the window, and even Waffles's sound of nonstop chewing his toys and food started to fade out in my mind.

Wait a damn second. Isn't that the business attire girly?

"Hello?," The voice, Jay, repeated, sounding my demanding and I cleared my throat, and snapped back to reality.

"Ah, yes, good morning, sorry. I'm Venus Alerie Stewart, I'm applying for any marketing job available?," I internally cringed but kept a straight face.

A pause at the other end of the line.

"Well, we do have some positions available, I'll just email you for all the details you will need about this job because hah... You're going to regret wanting a job in this company." Karen said so coldly at the last part.

Creepy?

Also I can't tell if she's trying to scare me or what.