The Secrecy✔

Chapter 6

Liz Collins

Today is the day of my interview. I am wearing a light blue floral dress which teaches below my knee. I'm definitely not into the idea of wearing revealing clothes. It just makes me feel awfully uncomfortable. I match it with a pair of white shoes which has a strap around my ankle and an open front for my toes. They're similar to flip flops, but they have a strap, wrapped around my ankle. I put on the lightest make up and pulled my long blond hair in a high pony tail.

"Liz, you're ready?" Tori turned to me when I made my last step on the stair.

"Yeah." I answered as I checked to see if I had everything I need in my bag.

"You actually look nice wearing a dress, Liz. We should go shopping sometimes and buy you some dresses." Tori implies which I'm not going to accept that.

"You already know that I don't like wearing dresses unless it is for work, right?"

"Well, we will be seeing you wearing a dress a lot since you're having a job soon." She grins.

"Anyways, let's go. We don't want your boss to mad at latecomers."

"Definitely! Sam surely doesn't tolerate with these kind of people." Tori chuckled as we made our way to her car.

We are currently in front of the tall and glassy building with big white letters "Parkinson's Enterprise and Corporation" on it.

We went in and along the way, we-I mean Tori was greeted from the workers there. We rode in a big elevator and she pressed the second highest floor of the building.

There were several people there and I think they are also the candidates for the position of the designer.

"Wait here...  I will call your name when it is your turn." Tori briefly instructs and walked into her office.
One by one, the candidates were being interviewed and it seems like  the I'm last one.

Don't be nervous, Liz. Show your best and master up.

Honestly, I don't really get nervous, but this is my opportunity to work with Tori and to ensure my safety, I'm going to do my best to grab this chance.

My thoughts were interrupted when Tori called me.

"Liz, it's your turn." Tori said as I quickly walked to her. "Don't be nervous, be yourself and I know that you will do great, okay?"

I nodded and went in through the gig wooden brown door. I saw a young, not to mention, handsome guy who I assumed is Mr. Parkinson, the interviewer and my future boss if I will ever make it.

"Please take a seat, Ms. Collins." He offered with his deep and demanding voice. I guessed he is older than me several years.

"Thank you." I muttered as I briefly walked to the couch and took a seat.

"So... Tell me about yourself." He stated looking over my resume then at me.

I'm not really good talking to new people, but I have to overcome this because I need that job.

"Well... As you already know, my name is Liz Collins and I'm 20 years old. I'm currently living with my closed friends who is Tori. I like to make clothes designs in my spare time." I introduced myself as I looked at him.

"Are these your designs, Ms. Collins?" I heard his footsteps, walking to me and handing me my previous designs which I assumed Tori let him see.

"Yes, sir." I replied shortly since I don't want to blurt anything out to new people.

"Hmm... How long have you been designing? As I see, you didn't attend college." He spoke and I wondered if it was his curiosity or not.

I kept my normal face on and tried to answered the question ordinarily, even though it did trigger me.

"I started designing when I graduated high school during my free time. After that, I got homeschooled while living with Tori." Well, it was partly true that I can say that I got homeschooled, but not for the typical lessons any college students get though.

"Good to know. How long have you been living with Ms. Grace?" He inquired, staring at me with seriousness in his eyes.

"Approximately a year, sir." I answered again as short as possible.

"I guess you're very special to Ms. Grace, huh? She treats you like her own sister." He implies and I'm not surprised he is this observant since his position is pretty obvious.

"Yes. We are like true sisters despite us not being biologically related." I stated looking back at him then break the eye contact. All I want to do is the less he finds out about me, the less problems I will have to deal with.

"You can go now, Ms.Collins. Also please try to communicate more. I guess you're the quiet type." He slightly smirked as he eventually finished our interview.

"I will try, sir." I sarcastically replied with an eye roll making sure it went unnoticed, but I knew it didn't.

I stepped out of the room, feeling annoyed of the interviewer's attitude. I would say it was fairly a good first impression I made face to face with that CEO.

I was met with an eager expression of my energetic friend.

"So... How did it go?" She asked, her voice feeling with excitement.

"It went practically well, except the last part which he had to infer that I'm the 'Quiet Type' and suggested me to talk more." I grumbled while walking back with her to the lobby.

"Don't mind him, he is always that pompous." She laughed, feeling glad seeing my annoyed face. "You can stay in the lobby, we will go back together, is it okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine with that." I agreed even though I don't want to face that guy again.

"Great. Help yourself with some food if you're hungry. Plus, I'm sure you will be accompanied with the fast speed Wi-Fi." She winked and walked away.

Sitting in the lobby, I get the chance to look around at the interior design of the building. It is designed with modern embellishments and state-of-the-art technology. Again, I'm not amazed because the owner is one of many youngest billionaires in the city.

I took my earphones out, plugged in the hole of my iPhone and was ready to listen music which is one of my favorite hobby. Then I took my notebook out and started sketching some new designs for fun. I'm thinking of the winter fashion since Christmas will be coming soon in several months.

I don't know how long I've been sitting there, listening to music and sketching because  I didn't notice that there was a presence hovering over my body until I felt it.

I turned my body slightly and my head was met with a brick wall of a hard chest.

Oh boy.... O.o