I Don't Mix Business with Pleasure

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮

  𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮

The entire weekend went by without me leaving my apartment. I'd passed out shortly after Hudson dropped me off at my door. Only to wake up and be reminded of the text that I had received. I'd unlocked my phone and it was staring me right in the face. It was the last thing I thought about before bed and pretty much the only thing on my mind the entire weekend. I never did reply. I know who the message was from.

Then it hit me. He tossed the piece of paper down with my phone number on it. When I went back for it, it was gone. He must have returned and picked it up when I left my office. I wonder, did he keep it in his pocket or put my contact in his phone?

Going to work today is going to be hell. I want to avoid Landon at all costs, but I'm not sure that'll be possible considering he usually likes playing games and tormenting me as much as humanly possible.

After getting myself ready for work, I head outside and to my surprise, Landon isn't waiting for me. After how Friday night went, I'd have been shocked but not entirely surprised if he had been out here. It would surprise me though if he even felt any embarrassment after what he said. He did text me that he was sorry, but he was also very drunk. There's no way that if he were in his right mind he would have done that. I refuse to believe it.

My only worry on the elevator ride up is what surprises await me today. I heard nothing over the weekend from Hudson so after the incident, I'm not sure I want to face him either. Getting home was a blur. I hope I didn't embarrass myself too badly.

When I get to my office I see that I've been scheduled to interview a fashion model out of France. It's a remote video call of course. I can't wait until I can do in-person interviews. That's one thing I hold confidence in.

Setting up the call, I feel slightly nervous being completely on my own now. Since I got here no one has come to check up on me or guide me. I assume they trust I've got this now. I took a ton of notes last week and studied them over the weekend. Hopefully, I memorized all these questions and won't have to glance at my sheet. I want to make eye contact the entirety of the interview, that way when Mr. Armani watches back over it, he sees that I've got what it takes.

This is my shot to prove that I was born to do this.

•••••••••••••••

The interview went much better than I expected. Every question rolled right off my tongue. No stuttering or brain lagging. I didn't have to look at my notes one time. I'm proud of myself. Even with all of the distractions I've been dealt with recently, I'd say I'm staying on track. I feel that I'm further ahead in terms of how fast I'm catching on to all of this.

The model was friendly. I almost didn't want the interview to end. I could listen to someone speak in a French accent all day. She even at the end wanted to know some questions about myself. She asked about my job, if I'm married or not, and told me about life in France. It's now on my bucket list to visit based on a short conversation. She said if I visit to contact her and she will be my guide. How exciting is that? She even asked for my email so she could send me photos of France. My first interview and I've already got contacts. She seemed to hit it off with me.

So why does Landon hate me so much then? I know nothing about the man besides the fact that he's a dick and he seems to have some emotional trauma from his mom's death. I don't even know how she passed away. I don't know his favorite color or even the type of music he likes. So why do I care so much if he hates me or not? I've never that I've known of, had someone dislike me before. It's got to be my ego causing me to feel so bothered by this.

I try to distract my thoughts by finishing decorating my office. I'm not going to be here much longer, so I don't want to go all out with it. It honestly looks pretty baren compared to everyone else. Besides, I don't even have my own car yet, so I wouldn't be able to bring anything too large.