❝ If she doesn't scare the life out of you a little, she isn't the one. ❞
Mckayla Silva has had enough.
Enough of her stupid job, as news broadcaster. She was pretty sure that nobody else apart that her would tolerate reading reports on a dog's l...
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Song: My Way - Noah Cyrus
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I stormed through the shopping mall, my feet aching from the stupid heels that I had decided to wear for my image. Banners with pictures of the Kardashian family littered the walkways. If I was going to be honest, the thought of Krispy Kreme doughnuts was the only thing keeping me going.
It turned out that Freddie wasn't exactly lying when he described how hard it would be to get another job and after numerous rejections, I'd begun to realise that. BBC news wasn't having a laugh when it said lack of employment in big black writing every morning.
Which led to me standing outside a tacky make up store, handing in my Personal Statement. The name Beauty 101 was written outside the shop, the name sign hanging desperately by the letter 'B' probably about to fall off. I warily eyed the only staff member in the store, contemplating whether it was worth having a conversation with her.
Sighing, I walked towards her, fixing on a friendly smile. "Morning! I'm so sorry to disturb you but I was wondering if you have any job vacancies here?" The brunette had her hair slicked back and make up painted on her face.
I grimaced to myself. My eyes flicked down to her name tag.
Bailey.
Hmm... Nice name.
At first, she ignored me. Positively, I wondered that she might not have realised I was talking to her.
She probably didn't hear you, Mckayla. Calm yourself.
"Excuse me, I asked if you have any vacancies here?" I asked again politely, looking at her sheer peplum dress.
It was pretty obvious they did, considering that Bailey was the only one in the store. Her fushia pink lips curled into a smile.
I shivered uncontrollably.
Damn, somebody needed to use some chapstick.
"Oh. I heard you the first time. I would have thought that you'd have taken a hint," she said, grinning showing her teeth. I clenched my fists, before coughing.
"Pardon-"
"Because, you see, we only accept people who tend to bother in their appearance and clearly you have..." She trailed off, giving me a one over. "Different views. We tend to employ people who actually use makeup since we are a make up store and although you really should, you clearly don't. So, I don't think you should bother applying."
