The Price of Passion

Interviews & Fraud

Giselle Pov: Office

Mondays were the worst, and people weren't much better. Little did I know that selling a shirt to a random guy in a mall parking lot would change my life. It went from me using a heat press in my mother's basement, to me overseeing my very own manufacturing company.

Although I was thankful I lacked the energy for it these days. Every second that consisted of my twenty-four hours went to guaranteeing my business was running smoothly. I even paid millions of dollars for people to make sure of that for me but I always found myself double-checking everyone's work.

This was my brand, something that was going to be attached to my name forever. It had to be perfect.

"Do you not hear me talking to you?" My cousin tapped on my desk dragging me back to reality.

"No, I don't. what's up?" Kelly was the only one of my family members who didn't see me as a meal ticket.

"You have an interview coming in soon." Although she didn't have a position here she was always reading me my schedule.

"Good because I'm going to need a new assistant." My cousin and my now former assistant have been getting too close.

"That's exactly what I'm thinking." Kelly looked almost relieved. "That girl is crazy." She swore. My cousin was incapable of being serious and if that's what the girl wanted she was never getting that.

"Stop sleeping with my employees please." This girl had had dealings with everybody in here besides me.

"Anyways the new hire is perfect we even looked up her Instagram." When I told Kim to look over the applications I didn't mean that extensively and I didn't want her to do it while she was laid up with my cousin.

"Next time you talk to Kimberly advise her to start looking for a new job." Grabbing my phone I moved towards the door hoping she would catch the signal. "When is the interview again?" I asked.

"In like thirty minutes." I nodded coming from behind my desk.

"Let's go get some coffee."

"You don't even drink that." Kelly side-eyed me. "The work day just started, chill." That meant nothing to me since I've been here since five this morning.

We were interrupted by two loud knocks. "Come in." I summoned leaning up against the desk.

"Good morning Ms. Knowles your eight o'clock is here early. What would you like me to do?" Kimberly stepped inside.

My cousin looked at me with a raised eyebrow keying in on how important punctuality was to me.

"Send her in." If someone could respect my time I could do the same. "You leave." I pointed to Kelly who was trying to avoid the other girl at all costs.

"Baby if we could give you a job off looks alone you would be our number one hire." I chuckled hearing Kelly flirt from outside my office door. Glancing down at the papers on my desk I did my best to remember her name.

"Hello, Ms. Maraj?" I greeted her, hoping that I pronounced the name I just learned correctly. "I'm Beyoncé Knowles, you can take a seat here." I pointed to the empty chair, introducing myself.

"Thank you." The girl smoothed out her skirt before sitting down.

"Tell me about yourself," I stated firmly as I reviewed her application. "Just stick to the basics and don't overthink it." People were prone to show you who they really were before actually telling you.

"My name is Onika Maraj, I'm eighteen years old and I just graduated from Hollywood Arts High School."

"Ok." I stopped her. To be so young she spoke confidently when talking about herself. The lack of hesitation surprised me because at that age you still don't know if you're coming or going. I was impressed and I'm not easily impressed.