Not His Typical Girl

Chapter 2: Not Again

The sun is peeking through my bedroom window. It took me a while to open my eyes from sleeping. After a matter of second, there goes my alarm clock bursting so loud. I take a glance from the ticking clock and it's already eight in the morning before realizing it's Monday.

"Oh crap! My interview!"

I scamper out of my bed and hop directly to my bathroom. I only have less than an hour to prepare myself.

When I got out the bathroom, I move as quickly as I could. I grab my black pencil skirt, my V-neck cream top, my black coat and my favorite overused four-inches black Louboutin heels. I've got tons of shoes of different types and brands but heels are my total obsession.

When I check my phone, twenty-five minutes have passed since I woke up. I don't have enough time for breakfast but thank goodness for my parents' genes I don't need to put much make up on my face. I only put some lipstain and one coat of mascara on my lashes. I grab my bag on my bed-side chair, my keys, my phone and my folder then run out of my bedroom to the front door.

Five minutes left before my appointment, I arrive at the lobby of the enormous building of Morris Holdings and Co. Thank goodness the traffic wasn't that heavy aside from the fact that it is a Monday morning.

I only got few minutes and I don't want to be late on this interview. This thing is very important to me so I run towards the reception desk making sure that I won't stumble on my knees.

"Good Morning Ma'am" the lady at the desk greets me with her infectious smile.

"I have an appointment?" I was panting heavily this time. I show her my appointment note and as soon as the lady answered me and handed me a visitor's pass, I run towards the closing elevator door.

"Oh God! Wait! Hold on!"

I exclaim as I almost throw myself inside the closing elevator door. Then suddenly I heard something. A cracking sound. My heels! I lost my balance but before I even fall on to where I am standing, a warm hand clutches on my waist.

"Louby not now please!"

I cry in dismay as I check my shoes.

Obviously, I named my favorite Loubuotin as Louby. I had them when I was in University. I even work part time at a law firm to buy them myself. They are my first pair of shoes that I  bought with my own money, the fruit of my hardwork. All my life I've been dependant on my parents and their hard earned money. They pampered me with everything, with luxurious living. Having my own money through working my ass out and buying things on my own are few of the things I want to attain the most as an independent woman. I don't want to depend my whole life living under my parents' money. I like to feel in control of my own life since I'm not a minor anymore. But not to the extent of kicking my parents out of my life, of course. I just want to live the way a person of my age should. 

"What a perfect timing." I burst and frown as soon as I saw my wrecked Loubuotin.

"Not your lucky day huh." Claims by the man behind me.

"I guess . ." I wasn't able to finish what I am about to say as I recognize the man. I freeze on my feet and my eyes widens from what I'm seeing right now. Is he really this good looking? I mean the pictures on the internet don't give him justice.

I turn to face the elevator doors again to avoid his mesmerizing blue eyes. I didn't say any word and just pick up my shoes. Now I need to walk around with my bare feet.

When the elevator door open at the 25th floor, I storm out hastily of the elevator feeling embarrass. I sit at the waiting area where there are other applicants.