Confessions

Chapter 2...

"Meecasa, do you have any idea what you are going to wear for this interview?" Nessie asked, sensing that i was in a bit of a dilemma.

"I have no idea, Ness! I don't think I am cut out for this." I stare at a bunch of clothes on my bed but they just didn't feel right. Strato's Research International is owned by Christos Strato. His family started off from nothing and now his company is in almost every country in the world. I can't just wear basic clothes, I need something fancy and smart. Something that would impress my boss, not that i care about Christos. I have seen enough of him in different kinds of magazines and he doesn't strike me as anything. Rather, I want to show and prove to all of them that I am more than qualified for this job. And I am, I know I am. I was a straight A student- well except a few B pluses here and there- but I came out with a 12.0 as my GPA and I am sure that says a lot. "Ness, you have to help me please. You know how I am in the world of fashion! I don't have what it takes to put two and two together. Help me pleaseeeee." And thats the truth. Without Ness as my fashion adviser, I would be completely hopeless. I find it really amazing that she ended up doing what she loved the most. She works for this big magazine, I keep forgetting what it is called and all I know is she is the head of the fashion department.

"It's okay. How about that black pencil skirt and your blue shirt over there? With those nude pair of heels?"

"Um, Ness? Are you sure? Wouldn't that show off my boobs? I don't want them thinking I'll be trying to sleep my way to the top you know?" I do my best to hide my assets but its almost impossible because i end up getting even more attention.

"Trust me, you would look good"

Damn! She was right. I looked magnificent. This entire outfit complimented me. I couldn't stop staring at my reflection in the glass. Nessie was right, she really was. With the way I look and my resume, there is no way I wouldn't be getting this job. Overconfident? Perhaps. But I am so sure about it. I really am hopeful though, I am so- I felt myself heading fast to the ground with papers all around me. Hold on? I didn't have this many papers on me, except my resume of course. I notice I am on the 26th floor because the tiles on the floor had the number 26 written all over them. That is so odd because my interview is on the 16th, I must have hit the wrong button in the elevator but that still doesn't explain how I am on the floor with papers all around me.

"You really should watch where you are going!" I heard the man that bumped into me say.

"Come pick this all up." I heard him say again but he was definitely telling that to someone else. I felt so confused because I genuinely had no idea how everything came to be.

"Okay sir." A much lighter voice had definitely spoken. I better look for my resume but how would I be able to pinpoint it in the midst of all these papers?

"I deserve an apology for you bumping into me." I heard his voice again. At this point I was in rage.

"Listen here, you asshole! How dare you? You don't even have the courtesy to help a lady up. How dare you speak to me that way? You pushed me to the ground -" I looked up and I lost my train of thought. I saw the most beautiful man scowling down at me, I picked up my resume and ran towards the elevator.

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"Do you know why you are here?" I finally made it to the recruitment office. And this elderly man looked so annoyed with me. What did I do? Well apart from the obvious. That was the most embarrassing moment of my life and the worst part is, I froze. The elevator doors took forever to open up so and I could feel everyone on the floor staring at me. Their eyes digging deep into my soul wondering what on earth I was on. So no, I don't blame this man for looking annoyed at me. I really screwed up. I really did it this time. I definitely blew it all because I have a habit of literally cursing people out whenever I feel as though I have been wronged. I yelled at my boss, well my boss-to-be and that is pending on that fact that I get this job. What was wrong with me?