50 shades of Jay...

Meeting Mr . Carter

I stumble trying to get myself ready for my new job interview . tripping over the shoes I laid out to wear, and almost hitting my head on the tip of my dresser. I'm so nervous . i really need this job!

After i save my own life i continue to dry my hair. I'm not sure what would be a good style for this interview so i just pin the top of my hair back with a pretty butterfly clip . i figured this won't be too risky or too safe.

My roommate Kelly comes in to see me off to my interview.

I'm wearing a pastel pink button up, my black slacks that I bought about a week ago, and my black red bottom heels. I topped it off with a black suit blazer.

Kelly: you look fly B! I've been praying for you to get this job, really.

B: thanks so much babe. Me too! I really need this!

kelly: don't stress . when God says yes, no one can say no.

Kelly walks out of the room.

Kelly is right. But if I'm going to get this job I have to meet god halfway by getting out of here ontime. I'm running behind. first strike is being late to your first interview. A big no no!

I grab my purse and my vanilla folder with my resume' in it, and proceed out the door to my car.

i drive a 2001 black BMW that my dad had given me as a high school graduation gift. It's not much but it gets me around .

After miles of traffic and heavy rain, I pull up to the Carter Industrial building. The butterflies started as soon as I hit the entrance to the building. A nice lady named Angela whom worked at the reception desk smiled and asked my name.

Angela : hello! how may I help you today?

B: yes I'm here for an interview, scheduled at 10am .

Angela: oh yes! Mr . Carter has been waiting for you. I will let him know your here.

As she buzzes Mr . Carter all I can think is how dumb I was to show up 15 minutes late to my interview. I should've never come. I know my chances are slim to none now. Angela interrupts my thoughts ...

Angela : Mr . Carter is ready to see you now. follow me please.

I'm utterly shocked! most people who own companies like this don't tolerate tardiness, but here I was; still with a chance at an interview.

Angela leads me into mr. carters office.

Angela : this is Beyonce Mr.carter

Angela exits the room

He says thanks you as he stares out of the ceiling to floor Window in his office. He doesn't turn around to look at me once.

B: hello Mr . carter! might I apologize for my tardiness. traffic was----

He interrupts me

Mr. Carter : No need for an apology . I only wish you would've called. But it us fine, the weather is unpredictable. Here at Carter Industrial, we value the safety of our team.

He turns around to get a look at me. His eyes widened in awe.

B: are you alright Mr.carter?

mr. carter: I'm just fine. I thought I was going to sneeze. Are you wearing cheap perfume?

I squint my eyes about to lash out, but quickly remember that this is my potential boss that I'm speaking to. I figured he was being funny, because I caught him checking my curves in my attire.

B: I'm sorry does my chanel bother you?

He smiles. sitting back in his chair and placing his hand to his chin.

Mr.carter: No, not at all.

B: so on to this interview---

mr.carter : is the person whom showed late, rushing to proceed?
He says this with a mild smirk on his face, as he lights a cuban cigar.

B: no sir! not at all. It's just the weather is unpredictable as you say, and I would like to make sure I can make it back to my residence safely.
I bow my head and play with my nails

Mr.carter : definitely madam. I only have a few questions for you and you may then get on with your day.

He directs me to be seated in a white leather seat, big enough for two.
I sit

mr.carter : what are you looking to receive from me?

i clear my throat nervously as i stutter over my words.

B: receive....from you?

mr.carter: yes

he smiles seductively

B: well, from the company I would like to receive a better opportunity. I ---

mr.carter : that's not what I asked you Ms.....

he looks into my folder for my last name..

mr.carter: Knowles..what are you looking to receive from me? myself?

I realize what is happening here and try to play along with his game. Shit if it better my chance of getting this job after showing up late then it's the least I can do.

B: what do you have to give besides money?

mr.carter : i have a lot to give.

he stands and walks over to the ceiling to floor Window in his office

mr.carter : I'm not sure what the application told you i was looking for . But this isn't your typical job. I'm looking for a toy

i stand ready to leave

B: and with all respect mr.carter, I'm not sure what you received from reading my application but I'm no cheap whore!

I proceed to leave his office . surprisingly he doesn't move from his position. Instead he yells to me as I leave

mr.carter : you may want to rethink your move ms.knowles. This could be a great opportunity for us both. call me when you have a clearer mind..

I run down to my car and sit in it for a while in dis belief of his pass at me. During an interview?! really?

But for some reason on the drive home all I could think about was his voice and his eyes staring at me . I don't know why but I was immediately turned on. I have no idea what my move will be at this point. Do I call or pass?

What do you think Beyonce will decide? and how do you like the intro to the story? let me know and vote for the next chapter ..