The Boss's Son

One - The Interview

"Come on," my mum groaned, sliding the small pile of job applications my way.

I looked at her across the table, "why? I don't want any of these jobs, mum." I flicked through the applications, all retail jobs - i don't want to work with customers. But the last one was a warehouse job, packing up stock in a warehouse for all the supermarket chains. I pulled the application out of the pile to read it; i filled it in, followed by the rest, then reluctantly went to post them.

As i dropped the letters in the postbox, i let out a long sigh, trying to convince myself this was the right thing to do. I didn't particularly want a job, i'd not long left my job at a nursery and i didn't feel like i was ready to start working again - i'd left on pretty bad terms.

It was only about two days later that i got the phone call. The warehouse job, they'd called me back. "Hello?" i answered politely, my heart beating like crazy.

"Yes, that's no problem, Sir. I'll see you then. Thank you." He wanted me in for an interview the next morning. I called my mum straight away and told her.

"Tomorrow morning," i said again, not happy about the short notice, but she chuckled and i could hear her smile in her voice, "that shows commitment already. It shows that you're willing to be a little flexible and that usually pays off, y'know?"

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'The day of the interview,' i thought to myself, 'i can do this.' I had my clothes set out last night so i didn't have to look for them in the morning and inevitably make myself late. I just had to shower and get dressed. Easy. But i was bricking it. I dragged myself into the bathroom and got a nice warm shower. Once i was done and dressed, i looked in the mirror, I was wearing smart black skinny jeans, a white vest top and a smart black jacket that definitely belonged to my mother, along with my black Chelsea boots that i didn't wear as often as i should. I shoved my keys and my purse into the pockets of the jacket, my phone in my bra, and grabbed my headphones before heading down to my mum.

"Beautiful, they'd be stupid to let you go," she smiled proudly and fixed the piece of my fringe that had fallen in my face. I nodded, "that's why they're not going to let me go."

"That's the spirit," she smiled. "Okay, are you sure you don't want me to take you there?"

"I'm sure. Hopefully i'll have to get used to getting there," i smiled and kissed her cheek, realising i really wanted this job, at least over all the retail ones, "thank you for this, i love you."

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I got there about fifteen minutes early, and was welcomed in with a bow. The boss was cheerful, polite and interested, already nothing like my previous boss. I was there for just over an hour - we did the interview and then i was introduced to the staff who worked there already, i noted that they were all male, as the boss, Mr. Beaumont, gave me a short tour of the warehouse. I felt like it went pretty well.

My thoughts were proved right later on when i got a phone call from Mr. Beaumont, offering me a contract. I tried to keep my cool as i accepted and agreed to come in again the next day to sign some papers and contracts - the legal stuff.

I wouldn't start officially for another week, but i was super excited and offered to do a couple days volunteering to make sure i'd fit in. Also to look good; 'show initiative and they'll like you before you start,' my mum always said. So that's what i did and i loved it there.