I woke up very late in the afternoon.
This seemed to be happening alot lately. With my mind running 10 million miles per second, getting a few hours of sleep had been harder than it already was.
If I'd thought I was restless because I couldn't nail the shitty interview, then I knew very well that I was feeding myself crap.
I could care less about the interview. I could get my 'job' done in a thousand different ways, on a thousand different days, and get it done right every single fucking time.
Nope. That was not what had me sleepless and on edge.
Not even close.
It was something else that I was having a hard time acknowledging.
Something that wasn't usual for a person like me.
It was the fact that I only wanted to do it this way. I wanted this job. I wanted to be the stupid PA. I wanted to work at Benitez Brothers' Corporation.
It was the fact that I fucking wanted to see Damien Benitez once more.
Or twice. Thrice. Many times.
God, he had fucked with my mind.
There was no other explanation for why I wanted to work with him so bad. It was ridiculous.
A number of expletives left my mouth in every language I knew as I got up from my bed, and looked wistfully at my laptop. I hadn't closed it since the interview.
See what I am talking about? Totally fuckin ruined my ability to think.
The only thing stopping me from not being taped to the laptop, refreshing my mailbox every single minute was the fact that Annie, the secretary had told me that the usual response time was after a week, when I asked her about it on my way out.
Now I was only refreshing every two hours.
I took a quick glance at my mail.
No mail from 'BBC''. That's what Annie had said to look for.
I was losing my freaking patience. This was a very long week.
By the 5th day, I was slightly better. I didn't check on my laptop for 6 hours straight. Instead I spent my day binge watching Netflix, going to the gym and trying to sleep.
So it was natural that when I heard the ping of a notification from the laptop at 4 in the fucking morning, I decided to ignore it.
Must be those stupid insurance companies. Or Amazon.
And so, it was only natural that when I checked on my laptop at 2 in the afternoon, I nearly shrieked in disbelief. It was an e-mail from BBC!
Not the British TV channel! BBC!
Quickly opening the mail, I read the very formal letter and practically hopped out of my SpongeBob pajamas as I got to these words:
'Please visit the office tomorrow morning at 6:30 AM to further discuss your employment details.'
Yes, bloody hell yeah! I was grinning like a fuckin' lunatic, rereading those words over and over again.
I wanted to holler out loud to the entire city.
I called Mat, still grinning like a total nutcase and told him about my new job.
He laughed at my enthusiasm. "Geez, it's not even a real one."
Ouch.
That instantly wiped any signs of smile I was sporting. Trust Mat to throw reality smack in my face. Can't I be happy for once without being reminded of how temporary it was?
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Born In Blood (Sicario #1)
ActionSamantha Jones is a woman on a mission, and she has the perfect plan. Her aim is clear, and her target very close. But what happens when she realizes that the path she has treaded on isn't what she'd ever imagined it to be? What happens when her pe...
