Half way there

chapter 5

Zoella Johnson:

Now that I had graduated and officially moved to Miami, I had to find a job.

Easy, right? Wrong.

It has been a week since the engagement party and were 6 months away from the wedding, so I had 6 months to find a job and then get a place because there was no way I could afford this place once Leila moved out.

I had graduated with a degree in Journalism and I have applied to several magazine, mainly sports, growing up with a soccer coach for a father made that sports passion in me grow.

I had an interview for some sports mag "Rush" later this afternoon and I was getting ready, I had asked Leila for her help but she was off with John making wedding plans.

My father had made the contact for me even after my insistence for him not to. I wanted to do this on my own, I didn't want his help and not because I was to proud to use it, but I wanted to feel accomplished. He was a famous coach and just the mention of his name would grant me a job on the spot.

Once I was ready dressed in a pants suit, I think I looked pretty professional. I was a bit nervous, now even though 'Rush' was a popular magazine I had no idea who ran the whole thing and I just hoped I didn't have to face some sexist asshole who wouldn't give the job or give me a lower position because of my gender. Something that had happened on Monday when I intended to be Editor and was offered the position of a secretary.

I spent 4 years studying in college, for the most art journalism so I wasn't going to do a job that probably didn't even need half of the studying I did.

I called for a taxi since I didn't have a car and probably wasn't going to buy one. I think I could manage by walking or taking the bus and if worse comes to worse I could always ask Leila or my father to borrow their vehicle or for a ride.

After paying the taxi fare, I took a deep breath, I had to act confident if I wanted a job here,and I planned to do exactly that.

"Hello, I'm here for an interview with David Cook" I told the receptionist, my voice didn't even shake, something I praised myself silently for.

"You're name is?" she asked as she held up the phone.

"Zoella Johnson," I told her again without a hint of nervousness.

After some talking on the phone she smiled at me and said " Go to the elevator on your right to the fifth floor and enter his office, he's waiting for you"

"Thank you" I told her and turned around to leave as she wished me good luck.

I walked over to where the receptionist had indicated me to go and pressed the grew button signaling up and watched it light up. A guy who looked about my age, give or take a few years stood next to me.

"Wow! Zoella Johnson?" He asked and stuck out his hand for me to shake.

Not knowing what else to do I shook his hand and said "The one and only"

"How's the modeling coming along?" He asked and found it weird that a guy ( or anyone for that matter, I wasn't that well know) knew about my modeling career, or the modeling career that I once had and something I was not going back to. Modeling was what paid my college fees. I had refused to let my father pay for something so expensive.

"I'm not a model anymore, I'm actually applying for a job here" I told him as the elevator door opened.

We both climbed on and he smiled "I'm sure you'll do great, David is great." He commented and pressed the button for the 2nd floor, and then the 5th.