One-Shots | Wlw

"Bad luck."*

Part 1:

The sound of my alarm clock cut through the air one too many times, causing me to shoot awake.

How long had my alarm been ringing?

I rolled over in bed, to face my nightstand where my alarm was still blaring, making my ears ring. I let out a deep sigh before finally putting on my reading glasses to check the time.

Shit.

I was running behind and should've been out of the shower by now. I guess I would have to braid my hair then instead of washing it. So much so for wanting to give off a perfect first impression at my job interview today.

I finally got out of bed, slipping into my furry slippers before tiredly walking over to the bathroom, my legs felt heavy and I could barely hold my eyes open. Inside I undressed and turned on the shower before finally laying eyes on myself in the mirror and gosh, I looked horrible, nothing a little bit of make-up couldn't fix though.

After a refreshing but quick shower, I got dressed in black dress trousers and a white silk blouse, braiding my hair in a single plait. As I sat down at my vanity I put on my favourite playlist and got started on my make-up. After drinking some water and packing my bag, I stood in front of my full-length mirror ready to leave. I examined my outfit and make-up, deciding that I was satisfied.

After leaving home I headed to a nearby coffee shop to get my usual order, an iced americano. While waiting in line, anxious thoughts started to crowd my mind, after all, I had an important job interview that day. I worked incredibly hard to acquire a good education in order to be qualified for a job in this company and the only thing standing between me and my dream job now was said interview.

"An iced americano for Ebba?" The barista called out my name. I was startled upon hearing the name. I had been too deep in my thoughts once again. I needed this interview to be over already because it had been a major stress factor for weeks now, and it was starting to affect my physical health.

Although I had just remembered to be more present with my thoughts and actions, I had been too deep in thought once again, therefore, after I grabbed my cup of coffee and turned to leave, I bumped into someone, spilling my freshly made drink all over their light blue blouse.

My eyes widened in horror, "Oh no no no, I am incredibly sorry, I didn't see you," I immediately apologised feeling a familiar heat of embarrassment creep onto my cheek. "Clearly," the woman in front of me spat. To say she looked mad would be an understatement. If she were to be a cartoon character, I'm sure there'd be smoke coming out of her ears.

"Please let me make it up to you. I will pay for the dry cleaning," I said but the woman didn't seem to be having it, as she just scoffed at my offer. "Save yourself the money, I'd rather never see or speak to you again. Who knows maybe you'll ruin my most expensive dress next time." Although I heard her words loud and clear, which wasn't that hard, considering she was almost yelling at me, at this point, I still went ahead and grabbed a few napkins for her.

As I tried to give them to her, I was met with rejection once again, "Didn't you hear what I just said? I never want to see you again, so get out of my sight already." I finally looked up at the woman who was being more rude than necessary about this.

I hadn't quite dared to meet her eyes before, fearing I'd enrage her even more. But now looking into her amber eyes, which seemed to glow with the lighting in this cafe, I couldn't help but admire her sharp facial features and her cute button nose.

I let my eyes travel down her body, taking in her outfit. She was wearing navy blue dress trousers, which accentuated her waist and long legs, and the fitting blazer. And the light blue blouse of course, which now had a coffee stain on it. She paired her outfit with black stilettos and golden jewellery.

Why did the mean women always have to be so fine? Too fine for their own good, if you ask me. Because she could clearly work on her attitude and character a bit more rather than spending all that time styling her nice and fluffy hair which was in perfect curls.

"Aye, quit staring at me and leave, you moron." "Okay okay, try being less rude next time someone runs into you, because I really didn't mean to," I just had to say, before turning on my heel and leaving the coffee shop with a half-empty cup.

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I arrived at the office building right on time. As I stepped inside the building I was greeted by the nice cool air and a smell of lavender hanging in the air. I approached the front desk, where two friendly women were sitting and currently chatting with each other.

"Good morning," I greeted them both with a big smile, "I'm here for the interview," I said although it sounded more like a question. "Ah yes, you must be Ms. Jones right?" The blonde woman asked. "Yes, that'd be me. Do you know where I have to go?" I asked.

"Yes of course we do silly. Take the elevator to your right up to the 26th floor and it will be the second door on your left," the brunette out of the two explained to me. "Thank you so much." "Of course, that's what we're here for. Now go before you're late and good luck." I smiled at them once again before walking over to the elevator.

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I was fidgeting with my hands out of nervousness, an old habit. My interview was supposed to start ten minutes ago, yet no one had shown up yet. Did I mix up the dates or the time? No that couldn't be, otherwise, the two women at the front desk would've said something, right? What was I supposed to do now? Was this some kind of tactic, to play with my nerves and see how serious I was about this?

Question after question kept shooting through my head, with no end in sight. I thought I was close to losing my mind when I heard steps echoing down the hallway toward the door.

Finally.

"My apologies for being late Ms. Jones, something unexpected came up and I didn't have the time to notify you beforehand," the woman said her voice seeming awfully familiar. As I dared to look up, my eyes widened in shock and the woman opposite me felt exactly the same as she turned around to face me, after closing the door.

"You?" She spat. "Because of you, I had to walk back home and change." "And as I've said before I am genuinely sorry about ruining your blouse. Please let me pay for the dry cleaning, the offer still stands." I was genuinely trying to make things right with this woman, who seemed to be my interviewer, yet she's been nothing but rude towards me.

"Again, I don't want your money, I just needed to never lay eyes on you again, yet you can't even manage to do that. Tell me how can you be qualified for this type of job when you can't even follow simple orders? As a matter of fact, how did you even get this far in life when you make mistakes while doing the simple things, such as carrying a coffee."

Now she was insulting me, doubting my whole being over something so small. What did all of this have to do with anything anyway?

"I can follow any type of order," I said, confident in my abilities. She just happened to catch me on the wrong morning. "Can you now? Any type of order you say? I should probably test that further instead of just trusting your word." I nodded, obliging "Of course." Internally I sighed, so much for making a near-perfect first impression.

"But before I do any of that, let's start with the interview questions that I have prepared for you. Could you please hand me your resume?" She asked, her tone calmer now but the sharp edge it held still unmistakable. I bent down and pulled the resume out of my bag before handing it over.

Without even a glance of acknowledgement, she took the resume out of my hand and immediately moved on, "Let's start then with my first question—"

•.˚⚘ ⋆.*.ゞ

Overall the interview went well. I answered all of the questions confidently and even got a nod of approval once. Still, I was glad to be out of that room, the tension lingering in the air had almost suffocated me. From my lingering looks at her outfit when she wasn't looking to her precise stare that almost burned holes into my skull and the way her eyes would travel up and down my body every so often, I was glad to have made it out without another dilemma taking place.

While taking the stairs back down to the lobby to clear my head, I couldn't help but let out a big sigh. I'm not confident in the fact that I'll be hearing back from the company, my dream workplace. All because of a stupid coffee. I could kick myself in the butt, seriously.

Bad luck, I guess.