"'Me or Her' explores the high-stakes world of ambition and love. Camille's meteoric rise in the corporate ladder leads to an unexpected romance with her CEO.
The shrill shriek of my alarm ripped me from sleep. Three ear-splitting "WAHHHHHH"s later, I stumbled onto my balcony, desperate for a breath of fresh air. The city view was stunning, a welcome distraction until my phone buzzed, a jarring chime that sliced through the quiet. Missed calls from Althea. I returned her call.
"CAMILLE!!" Althea's voice was a high-pitched wail that made my ears ring.
"Althea, it's seven a.m.! My head is already pounding from your screaming. Why are you calling so early?" I snapped, rubbing my temples.
"Did you hit your head? Do you know what day it is?" Her tone was laced with a strange mixture of amusement and concern.
"What's so special about today?" I asked, instantly curious.
"It's your day!" she exclaimed.
"My day? It's not my birthday," I said, furrowing my brows.
"No, silly! Your interview! At that company!" Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. The interview. Of course. How could I forget? I'd spent weeks preparing, meticulously crafting my resume and practicing my answers. This was my dream job.
"Oh, shit. Shit. SHIT! I'm going to be late!"
Panic clawed at me. I practically flew to the bathroom, my morning routine a blur of frantic activity. I threw on my best formal attire - a sharp pantsuit I rarely wore - and applied minimal makeup, a stark contrast to my usual natural look. Gazing at my reflection, I barely recognized myself. This wasn't the casual Camille; this was professional Camille.
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Downstairs, I surprised my mom.
"Oh, Cam! Is that my little bebe girl all dressed up?" she teased, her eyes twinkling.
"Yeah, Mom," I replied, trying for a cute smile. "Big interview today."
"Oh? At what company?"
"A modeling agency, Mom. Assistant to the CEO!"
"Wow! Well, good luck, sweetheart!"
"Gotta run!" I kissed her cheek and rushed out, grabbing a cab. The nervousness that had been simmering now boiled over.
The building was imposing, a breathtaking skyscraper that seemed to pierce the sky. I felt a wave of nausea as I entered the lobby, completely disoriented. I wandered around, searching for the interview location, my anxiety growing with each passing second. Finally, I spotted a janitor.
