Born to be his

Unexpected.

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It's been over a month since Ma passed away. I was riding the bus when the bus suddenly stopped in a halt where am supposed to get down. I rushed to the near by building which states "MSN New York". It was raining heavily and I was wearing a white frock shalwar kameez. I was drenched in water when I took a step inside the building. The lobby was air conditioned and I was feeling so cold. I looked at the receptionist and asked her about the interview.She was a tall,tan lady in her mid 40's.

"It's in the first floor".

That's all what she said. I managed to get into the first floor by the elevator. But failed to recognise the rooms.Their were many rooms and all the doors were closed. None was labelled either. I tapped the first room. No one opened so I pushed myself to open it. The room was dark and their was a tiny light coming from another door inside. I opened the door without a knock only to see myself standing in front of a man who is seated in rolling chair working on the computer. I stood their not knowing what to do when the man asked me

"Excuse me mam, how can I help you."

" I ...I ... I..."

" yeah you ,what.."

"I came here for an interview."
I quickly finished my sentence.

"Oh okay, it's the next room.but do please hurry up or else you would be late."

I thank him and closed he door. I leave the room quick and opened the next room. Their were very few men seated. And a I see a notice "maintain silence." That's why most probably I wouldn't have heard any noise. I was the only female I thought. But out from a door a lady came with a smile on her face. I guess she was selected. I sat down like almost 10 minutes. Some people came out from the room quick while others took long. Some had furious face ,some annoyed while leaving the room. I wonder what type of question they asked during the interview. I was snapped out of my thought when a lady called out my name.

"Miss Zia."

Yeah I gave my name as Miss cause am no longer his. I walked into the room to find myself alone with the guy I met before sometimes. But how did he come so quick. He might be in his late twenties but was handsome.He glanced at me and asked me to

"Write something on the board."

I took the marker and wrote "something" on the board.

He smiled and said "impressed."
He asked me to tell something about me.

" I can tell you what's not in the C.V. "

He looked at me and smiled again.

" I am a good cook, I love reading. Work is my passion and am also a very fast learner...."

While I was about to say something he asked me .

"The C.V States your in your mid twenties and single , can I ask about that.."

Usually the people in the town get married when they are young.He sure knows the culture here.

" I hope personal detail is not much needed at work.but to make it clear I am married and divorced.Its been over between both of us."

"Oh!! I see." He says.

I kept my self short for the rest of the question he asked.He didn't pressure on personal detail when I said him am divorced.

" you're in..make sure you come tomorrow by 8 for trail."

I thank him and he nods and I left the room. I was given an instruction paper how to dress and what type of job I would be doing. That's when I learnt it's a designer company where they have models for ramp etc... I wasn't comfortable with the dress code.It was a navy blue pencil skirt,a white shirt and a navy blue blazer.with a black heel. I came home and thought a lot whether to take in of not. Finally I decide to go.