"Mrs. Reid?" The secretary called out, her blonde hair tilting to the side and her mouth made an "o" shape as she realized I was Mrs. Reid. Her eyes scrutinized my outfit, probably noticing the tags that were tucked under my armpit.
I planned on returning these clothes the minute this interview was done, in fact, but she didn't need to know that.
She huffed, rolling her eyes slightly, but I wasn't going to let that put out my flame. I made sure to strut past her, spirits high despite the nerves and fear coursing through my veins. My red hair bounced with each shaky step I took in these sky-high heels. Though, it wasn't necessarily the heels that was making me uneasy.
I felt on edge; as if my skin was itching underneath. I wasn't good at interviews, especially not when it was this serious of a job.
I wanted this.
Or rather, I needed this.
I was late on my rent bill, late on my insurance bill, and to be honest, I wasn't sure if I'd be homeless or not by the end of the week. The water parks in florida weren't even as slippery as my life was; if that wasn't an intonation of how my life was going then I don't know what else would be.
Plus, it didn't help that I was playing catch up from my accident two years ago that left me in the dark on who I was. I just remembered waking up in the hospital, hearing the doctors tell me I was a Jane doe, no name or family looking for me, and of course I knew nothing prior to the accident. So, this was me trying to make a life out of whatever I had left, and having no ID, social security number or real name besides the one I gave myself made finding a job rather difficult.
The blonde gestured for me to follow her inside the room to the back where a wide, opened office showcased the beautiful city of New York from it's 20th floor view.
"Mr. Smith will be in shortly." She took a step forward, her eyes continuing to gawk at me incessantly as if she had something to say.
"You know." She couldn't resist. "I don't think you're right for this job." Her tone was demeaning and cruel, and yet there was this tiny glimmer in her eye as if she was proud of herself for saying something.
I growled on the inside, hissing and kicking; though on the outside I simply shrugged. "It was a pleasure to meet you too." I merely grimaced in an attempt for a fake smile.
I wasn't sure why this girl was trying to intimidate me so much. The ad said Personal Assistant Needed. Since when was this such a cut throat job? Though, I would have to thank my friend Eddy for getting me this interview in the first place. He was this adorable nerdy guy that I had ran into one night scouring the bars in search of a job. Ironically, he was good with tech and helped me forge any kind of documents that I needed. Though, it was obvious he had a crush on me which was the only reason he risked so much for someone he barely knew. And lucky for him, I had no one else so we did become sort of friends. He had ran across this amazing paid job in an online ad that had been- in his words- locked for private viewers, whatever that means, and was able to input my name and add me to the queue of interviewee's.
And while I still didn't understand what this girl had against me, she just laughed at my response, mumbling something under her breath that wasn't coherent enough for me to hear. The sound of the door shutting behind her startled me until the door opened just as quickly as it closed.
I sat there gaping, wide-eyed at the man in front of me. His brown hair slicked back cooly and his suit had been freshly pressed. I could smell his scent the instant he entered the room, so intoxicating that it knocked me off guard for a brief moment. It smelt of cedar and cologne, and yet a hint of something familiar.
