Mix and Match

Chapter 8: How am I going to survive

Bitch

Asshole

Lazy

Disgusting

These were the characteristics of all of my assistant applicants. I was about to give up all hope at looking for an assistant when there was a knock on my door.

I look up surprised to see Tally standing at my door.

"Yes, what is it Tally?" I ask her.

"There is a late applicant here for the PA job." She replies with a slight smile on her face.

I roll my eyes because, one I hate when people can not be on time and two, I just felt like rolling my eyes.

"Send 'em in." I said as I prepared my self for the interview.

Tally nodded her head and motioned for the person to come in.

One thing I can say about this person is that he definitely has style. I mean you don't really see a lot of people rocking an all white outfit with a cream sweater on top, do you?

"Hello, I'm Miles. I do apologize for being late, Ms. Harper." He says sticking his hand out to shake.

I shake his hand and give him a slight smile.

"It's alright, but lets get started on the interview." I say in my best business voice.

He quickly takes a seat in one of the black leather chairs in front of my desk.

"So it says here that you dropped out of fashion school after two years, why is that?" I ask as I read his resume.

"Well, I umm didn't really like people telling me things I already knew, plus the teacher hated me." He says with a nervous smile.

"Why do you assume that she hatred you. There are lots of guys that do fashion." I say giving him my full attention.

"Well it wasn't that, it was because I'm umm, you know." He says, but I'm still confused as to why he would think his teacher would hate him.

Then it clicked and I now realise what he was trying to say.

I formed an 'O' shape with my mouth and nodded my head.

"Let me guess your teacher was a die heart Christian and failed you on every thing you did?" I said putting his resume to the side.

"Yes, how did you know?" He asked shocked.

"Because I had Mr. Dodgers before. I may be white, but my dad is Mexican. That did not fly with him." I say as I take a sip of my frappe that Tally had brought me earlier.

We both burst out laughing and he relaxed a little in his chair.

"Okay lets get back to the interview." I say between laughs.

He nods in agreement and composes himself.

I pick up the little piece of paper with the questions on it and start shooting Them off.

"Do you have a criminal background?"

"No"

"Do you do any drugs?"

"No"

"Do you drink A lot?"

"No"

"Then what do you do for fun?" I asked looking up at him.

He sat there looking confused as every, his cheeks burning red, hot from embarassment.

"I'm just kidding" I say in between giggles.