That Bitch..

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Lipstick was not any make up company or beauty salon..It was a magazine..I never heard of this magazine before, but it might be due the fact it is a kind of Female version of Playboy magazine. Hmm..so I googled Mrs. Birjen and Bingo!, i knew I heard that name before. Beatriz Birjen was an actress and glamour model back in 70s..She married the very whealty man - Marcianno Cassadis and after his death in 96 she got all his money and companies - one of them was Lagoon - the big magazine publisher...

Why would she want to hire me? I bit my lower lip thinking.

My bus was leaving at four a.m. from the main bus station - from the station number 8. Me and few other people, we were freezing covered in our coats, gloves and scarfes. It was still dark outside and I could see the yellow light of the street lamps reflecting on the icy ground. The bus had twenty minutes delay..i sat on the back seat and ordered some coffee with sugar and milk. I was listening my Ipod and an hour later I could see the first rays of sun coming through the dark sky..

It was almost eight when my cell ringed..blocked number. It must be the people from the Lipstick.

"Hello?"

"Hey Michaela," I recognized Camille's voice. I was happy to hear  her. We talked about her London trip..."What are you up to?" She asked me.

"Not much..I'm in the bus on my way to Capital city.."

"No way! I'm in Capital city since yesterday night..I had some bussiness to do here..That's crazy!"

She told me she is staying until tomorrow night and she asked me to call her when I'm done with the interview.

The Capital city is huge..I was not here many times before - just like twice so I had no idea where to go or what to do..I took a subway and two trams to get to the office of the Lipstick.

It was a beautiful moder building with a city view. I sat on the leather chair and waited for the receptionist to call Mr. Slibner. He took his time..I was waiting for almost 30 minutes.. When he entered the reception, i knew, what was going on..He was tall skinny young guy with the styligh hair cut, wearing leather pants and bohemian looking purple shirt..His voice was feminine and his walk too..He took me in to his little office.

"Heeey Michaela..My name is Adam..we spoke on the phone together.." He sat behind his white modern looking shiny desk and I sat in the most uncomfortable chair in front of him.

He was tanned - almost orange looking and his teeth were bright white. "Soo, it is nice to meet you Michaela..Beatriz was talking a lot about you...She said you two met at the plane?"

"Yes..we did.." The leopard print furry carpet was creeping me out, i was thinking about to leave..

"Do you know what our company is about?" He raised his perfect shaped eyebrows.

"I do. Kind of..I looked up in the Internet.."

He was rambling about Mrs. Birjen..about her personal life..his personal life..What about me? Or what about the job description?

"I'm sorry Adam..I did look in to the company on line, but I'm still not sure what is the position, which I'm applying for about." Finally I got the balls to say something.. He stopped talking for a second.

"We are looking for columnist.."

"It's not something I have experience in.." Columnist? What the heck is that?!

"Here"..he gave me a some folder."This is a small questionnaire for you to fill in..and do not worry..Birjen has a great nose for people..If she feels it..it's all good."

He left me alone to fill those ten pages..there were very personal questions in it. I filled in everything and I gave it to him back.

"Great. So we will call you soon.."

That was it? What the waste of the time.. I called Camille - she was at some meeting.

"Go to Four Season's hotel and wait there for me..I will be there in couple of hours..Just tell the lady at the reception your name...I will call her..You know the address?"

I did not, but I asked people...Luckily for me it was just one block away..

"Hello, welcome in Four season's.." Man with the big bright smile welcomed me.

"Hello, my name is Michaela Niemcova..Miss Hott's  guest.."

He looked through the computer and shook his head. "I'm sorry..there is no record of your visit.."

I tried to explain..Did not work so I walked in front of the hotel to call Camille..She did not answered so I got back to the reception.

"I did not reach her so i guess i will wait here.."

"It's o.k. Ms. Niemcova, here.." He handed me a room key with my name on it..Camille is the best! I took a elevator in the sixth floor and find the room 696..When I entered it was all clean and empty - it was not Camille's room..I walked towards the big balcony and opened the white curtains..

"Beautiful view, huh?" The male's voice made my heart stop. I knew that voice. I was afraid to turned around..,but I did and my eyes locked with Max..