Destined // zjm

one

For one last time, I took a quick look at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a crisp white sleeveless blouse with a black blazer on and a plain, slim fitting knee length skirt. My dark brown hair was into a high ponytail and I had very light make-up on. Somehow I managed to pull a decent look.

"Don't screw things up," I said, still staring at my reflection.

I checked the time in my wrist watch, it was eight-thirty already. I have to be there at nine and I could possibly be late if I won't rush.

After a pep talk, I fixed the hem of my skirt and wearing my nude pumps quickly from the vestibule, I take my purse and shut the door behind me as I walked to the elevator.

Leaving my mother in Chicago, I moved to London for pursuing my career. And inspite of the dramatically long distance between the two cities, my mother never objected.

I had mailed my resume to several publishing companies having vacancies, but I got a reply from only two. One was from Rudolf publishers and one from Niaz Enterprises. When I checked on the Internet then I found out that both of them were one of the best publishing houses in London but Niaz Enterprises paid a handsome amount of salary to their employees, so I decided to go for it.

After a few days I was called for an Interview in London and here I am on my way and on the verge of getting late on the day of my interview. Perfect.

My thoughts were cut off when the elevator came to a halt on the ground floor, it was my cue to get out. I walked out, flashing a smile to one of my neighbors who had bags of what looked like groceries in his hand and was patiently waiting for me to vacate the elevator. He returned the gesture as I rushed to the taxi stand.

Much to my chagrin, there wasn't any cab there.

What a great day, I thought. I looked around, hoping that I'd see some cab coming towards the stand but as anticipated, I didn't.

My eyes flicked my wrist watch and it displays eight-forty five. I have fifteen minutes left and If I waited for a cab then I probably would get late.

Deciding against the waiting idea, I started walking as fast as my nude pumps would allow. Inside my mind I knew that either way I had to get late, as the GPS on my phone could estimate the office was at least two miles from here.

I walk for what seemed like more than five minutes and then came to a halt. My feet felt sore, one of the many reasons why I hate heels.

It was nine already and I was still half way. I gave up the idea of walking and instead stood there waving my hand to every car so that I could get a lift. Many cars passed by, none of the drivers giving any heed to my presence.

I sighed, This day can't get any worse. 

I stood there for what feels like forever. The pressure of being in the office on time slowly seizing as I couldn't be any more late. My first impression was going to be a disaster. Fuck this.

Suddenly, a black Audi SUV came to a halt just a few steps ahead of where I was standing. I didn't know if it was for me or something was wrong with the car.

Might be a punctured tyre.

I stay concentrated to the ground as I saw the car backing a bit until it was right infront of me.

It is for me?

I squinted my eyes, trying to get a view of the driver but it gets easier for me when the driver rolls the window down revealing a boy who seemed like he was in his mid twenties.

He was blessed with a flawless olive skin complexion and dreamy hazel eyes with rather long eyelashes. I was so engrossed in taking in his harmonising features that I almost forgot that I was getting late.