The first few interviewees were annoying as hell. They kissed up way too much, or were way too uptight. I was starting to regret my decision. Leaning back in my chair- long legs stretched out in front of me, arms crossed- I sigh. When the next girl walks in, I'm zoning out on the ground in front of me. Tired, hungover, and pissed off. Yeah, that's how you get a girl, Kells.
"Tristen Battle," the girl says as she places a resume on the table in front of me. I look up to see a girl with an hourglass figure, long and straight blue hair, and almost flawless skin. Fuck. She takes a seat and watches Jacob, seeming to take no interest in me.
He asks her all the questions that he asked the others. Strengths, weaknesses, if I asked her to do something illegal what she would do, what to do if I was hungover, etc. I don't pay attention to her answers as much as I pay attention to the mouth moves when she talks. It's almost the same way Amber's would when she would speak. I shake my head. God damn.
Looking down at my phone, I see a missed call. Amber? Nope. It's fucking Tony. I text him:
What the hell do you want?
He tells me that he wants his job back. I almost laugh out loud. No way. I delete his number and don't respond. If he does something stupid like leak my phone number, I know I can just change it. Or my address, change that too. It's not that hard as a big-time rapper now. I'm untouchable.
