And He Still Didn't Fire Me

Poker face

"What's with the poker face Candy?" Dad asked me as I came out, shock written all over my face.

He can read my poker face.

"He- he hired me!" I said with wide eyes. After begging like a weirdo to reject me, he hired me.

Candy Lockwood got hired.

Why? What had I done...

"That's one of her pranks.. she wouldn't get hired!" Dad laughed along with Richard.

Then why did he even bring me?

As if it wasn't enough, the dumb ass Armani model came out, "She's hired. She should start tomorrow." He smiled at my father while looking at me from the corner of his eye.

My father was gobsmacked.

"Whoa Can, he hired you! Richard was right, he is an idiot." Dad hugged me tightly. Richard congratulated me and welcomed me.

I didn't fail to catch the knowing smirk our fathers secretly shared.

"Welcome to hell, hobo." Armani model whispered.

Shit.

After bidding bye I went outside with my dad. He turned on the ignition of his Bentley and raised his eyebrow at me. I shrugged, voluntarily raising my eyebrows past my hairline.

"How did that Armani model hire me? I - I mean that stupid dumb ass!" I asked.

"Armani model, interesting..." He replied with an amused expression.

My dad is my best friend. I've never had a friend because  I'm weird and too awkward.

"Not time for that, dear father. Have you even seen my resume? I don't want this job. I quit. Yeah"

He grabbed the paper from me as he started reading it. His eyes grew wide.

"I'm so proud of you, Candy." He said in monotone.

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Well I guess I really have to go to that damn place, and work like robots.

I turned on my laptop and opened my inbox. An email from my 'office'. Great.

To: CandyPettyferTatumStyles

From: Nathan Banks

I read the whole email trying to act enthusiastic. It was from the Head Of Department, Nathan Banks aka Brother of the Armani model. Said I have to start tomorrow, I'm an internee for the time being, blah blah.

Tomorrow's office, better sleep the whole day and night.

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"Oh my god, like who hired her? Like why's she here?"

"Gosh, she's a fashion disaster"

"Fashion's insulted!  Lucy get me my gloss! Ew..."

Am I in high school all over again?

I walked straight inside like a boss, ignoring the brats. Seriously? What's wrong with my dressing? It's just my yellow pants with a spongebob T shirt.

"Hello. I'm Nathan Banks. And welcome to Banks Corporation" I was greeted with a guy suited in black dress pants and linen maroon shirt. His eyes were emerald too, but he didn't have as sharp features as the Armani model. He was cute actually.

"Candy am I. I Candy. Ugh." I replied mesmerized by his beauty. Great, first day and you make this impression. That was the other guy you had a problem with, Candy.