Lucian's POV
"We will give you a call, Sir," said the interviewer. I faced palmed. I knitted my brows, confused about what was wrong with me as to why I was not accepted into every job I would try to apply for. I feel like something's wrong.
"Thank you," I thanked the interviewer. She gave me a small smile and dismissed me. I cannot see anything suspicious though. Maybe this is my karma.
As I went out, I went to the nearest cafe. I need to ease my mind. I have been stressed lately and it isn't good for my mental health.
As I went inside, every eye was glued to me. I went to the counter and approached the barista. "I'll have a strong espresso, please," I said softly.
"Would you like to serve it straight or have any milk or sweetener?" He said. Smile plaster on his face.
I looked at the ceiling like I was thinking and answered him, "The latter, please,"
"A strong espresso with milk coming right up," He poured the rich, dark espresso into a small cup, steam rising in the air. With a warm smile, he looked up and said, "Have a seat, sir," as he prepared to add milk, carefully creating a creamy swirl on top.
"Uh wait, sir, I'm sorry.. what would I put on the name, sir..??" he said.
"Just put Lucian," I answered while giving him a warm smile and picking a vacwast table. I watched the car passing by.
I cannot help to think: how can I help my Mother if I can't even get a job?
And this thought made me saddened. All I want is to help my Mom, to make her life better. To let her experience what she hadn't experienced in time.
I looked outside and I accidentally saw a man staring at me. He was in his car. He was wearing shades and a simple black T-shirt. I can tell that he has a good physique. His T-shirt was fit, so I could tell that he had a hard chest and big muscles. Bitch, don't be too obvious that you're drooling over him.
I got back to my senses when he suddenly drove off. Also, the Barista called my name so I went to the counter to get my Espresso.
I can't get out of my mind the men whom I saw earlier. I got a feeling that he's following me, or maybe I'm just a delusional gay person.
Wait, why I'm even thinking about that man?
My cell phone caught my attention. It rings, so it means it has a message. I cannot help but feel nervous. I think that I'll be accepted at work, hopefully.
0902*******
Hi, Lucian. My boss is offering you to be his assistant. If you're interested, let us know so we can discuss the details.
Lucian frowned as he read the message on his phone. "That's strange," he said, shaking his head. He thought about how many companies he had applied to without success. Now, suddenly, someone was offering him a job as a personal assistant. It didn't make sense to him.
"Why would someone text me about this out of nowhere?" I thought, feeling confused, scratching my nape. For a while, I thought about my mother. If I accept the offer, I could help my mother. I could buy my desires, and I could buy plenty of food... My stomach growled as I think the food. Yes.
To: 0902*********
I will accept the offer. What are the requirements?
From: 0902********
Just bring yourself. Boss' driver will fetch you. Just tell us where you are.
To: 0902********
At the YOURS COFFEE SHOP
I didn't receive a reply after that.
I noticed a luxurious car stopped in front of the cafe. The driver gazed pin on me like he was saying "Get in" so I picked
up my phone at the table and finished the last sip of my drink before I went outside. Other people opened the door for me. I gave him a small smile before I went inside.
It was spacious inside. I didn't see anything color but black. Maybe the owners love the color black. No one dares to talk like they were prohibited. They were just staring at me, and it was making me uncomfortable. To break it, I bravely asked where we going.
"Where are we heading to?" I asked. My voice was calm, I don't want to start ruckus here, I might die.
"To Boss'," said the driver. 'yon lang ang sinabi niya at nanahimik na naman. Nagpatuloy siya sa pag drive hanggang sa makaabot kami sa isang karagatan at may naghihintay na-wait, PARA SAAN ANG YATE????!!!!!
"S-Seriously, where are we h-heading to?" I asked nervously. My hands are shaking and my palms are also sweating. This means I am nervous as fuck!
The yacht was literally big. It can fit 75-100 people inside. Fuck, what I have gotten into? I started praying when they asked me to get out and step on the yacht; I even did the sign of the cross. Please, help me..
As I stepped on the yacht, I could feel the expansiveness. Expensiveness!
I can tell that all of the things inside are expensive too. Bear with me. This is my first time.
The boy said to me that I would wait because we were going to his boss'. To his boss' island to be exact. I was about to complain but the realization hit me. I did not complain because what's the use? I'm already here, and another reason is I need money for my expenses and mom's.
We traveled for a while, and I had the best time in the lounge.
We arrive at the island. The Island they are referring to is beautiful. Crystal water, rock formations, wild waves yet pleasing to the eyes. There are small houses too, near the ocean. People are busy doing their jobs. They greeted us every time we met. They are highly respected.
I could feel my heart rate increase the moment I entered the building where their boss was. We used an elevator. The guy named Kale led me to where his boss was.
As we arrived in front of the door, he tapped my shoulder and just left. What the fuck?
I looked at his back while he was walking away.
I blew a breath before knocking and entered the room. As I entered, I saw a man sitting on a swiveling chair. His hair was disheveled. He wears eyeglasses, and it makes him look more mature. The polo he was wearing was eating his body, chest, and biceps. I can feel his cold demeanor. His hand was on his forehead, and his eyes were closed. It just opened when he heard the door creak, and our eyes met. It sends shivers down my spine as his eyes intend to look at me. His brows knitted for a while.
I saw how his lips formed a smirk. Or am I just delusional? Bitch
"S-Sir," I spoke. I was nervous as fuck because I don't know how to approach that man!
"Hmm, you must be Lucian," I cleared my throat as he uttered my name. It was sexy. Bitvh, calm your pussy-wait, you don't have one. Calm your ass!
"Yes, Sir," I spoke. My voice was trembling, and I could tell he was laughing in his mind right now! I heaved a sigh and looked at him straight. He scratched the bridge of his nose while his elbow was on the table. He took off his glasses and spoke, "Start working."
"S-Sir?" I asked, confused. Am I accepted? Do I have a job now? That quick? Wews
"I don't like repeating myself," he said with a deep voice-and I can feel the dominance on it. I bit my finger and asked him again.
"What will I do, Sir?" I asked him because I honestly didn't know what to do. Char
"Your table is now ready. The papers are ready too, on your table." He said. His attention now was on his laptop. He used the pen to point to where my table was when it was obvious there were only two tables. I nodded and started working. I read the papers first so I would know what I would gonna do.
AN: My story is dry, and I can feel it, too. It sounds so boring 😭 but don't worry guys, I will try my best to make this interesting! HAHAHAHA bear with me, this is my first time writing.
