Mr. Handsome

Chapter 2

- Shit!... Beam cursed as he looked at the time that was shown on his cheap watch... It was almost nine... He had a job interview at one of the huge companies at ten sharp... At this rate, if he still didn't make a move and leave, he was definitely going to be late for that interview... and if that really happened, he could kiss goodbye to the job that could provide him with a good salary.

Seeing that he had little time left... Beam quickly gathered all the important documents and his resume that were scattered on the bed... stacked them accordingly before he put them inside his bag along with his wallet and his old phone that obviously would make his life miserable if he forgot to bring any of them.

Then, as he placed his hands on his waist, he observed around his small bedroom to see if he had missed anything important that he should bring along as well... Once he felt that he had everything inside his bag... he went to stand in front of the human size mirror rechecking his appearance... twirling around in a slow motion just to see if there was anything else that needed to be fixed.

Yes!... everything was perfect!... His hair had been combed neatly... his clothes had no obvious wrinkles... his face was flawless... and the most important thing that he had to be sure that it was perfectly fine... was his white enamels.... It was really important... He needed them to be perfect so when he flashed his dashing smile, it would dazzle the interviewers and make them fall for him... And if he was lucky enough, he would be hired for the job on the spot, because of his bedazzled smile.

Beam was satisfied with his appearance... After one last check, he slowly took a deep breath to calm his nerve... then grabbed his bag and rushed out of his tiny apartment that looked practically empty... hailed a taxi and told the driver to speed up to the address given, once he was inside the taxi, hoping that he wouldn't be late for that job interview.

Beam huffed in relief as he arrived at the tall building where the interview was held, exactly ten minutes before ten... He swiftly paid the taxi driver, then without a second spare, he dashed towards the building.

- Excuse me miss... I'm Beam Baramee and I'm here for the job interview... Can you please tell me, where should I go for the interview?... Beam asked the lady at the front desk politely. He was panting, but he tried his best to look presentable in front of that lady.

- Come with me Mr. Baramee... I'll show you the way... The lady smiled and gestured Beam to follow her.

Beam nodded and followed the lady to the elevator that had a gold door... They both took the elevator to the top of the building and Beam was taken to a huge office, a place that was larger than his own apartmet... He was told to wait there for the interviewer to come... but somehow, Beam could sense that something wasn't right with the atmosphere.

- Err... excuse me miss... Why am I the only person here for the interview?... Did I came on the wrong date?... Beam couldn't help but asked.

- No... you didn't Mr. Baramee... You came on the right date and the right time... And you're here alone because this interview is for the selected people only... The lady explained.

Beam was stupefied... What did she mean by selected people?... Based on what?... Did they choose him based on a certain criteria?... If that so, which criteria he was in, to be the chosen one?...
- Err... miss... If you don't mind, can you please elaborate to me what do you mean by the selected people?

- It means... only the people who are qualified was called for the interview

- I see... Beam was satisfied with the answer even though his gut feeling still sensed that something was definitely not right.

- Well, Mr. Baramee... do you have anymore question regarding the interview?

Beam shook his head.
- No miss... Not at the moment... He responded with a thin smile.

- Then... I'll take my leave... The interviewer will be with you shortly... The lady left the room closing the door slowly once she was out.

Beam huffed and observed around that huge office... He was getting nervous, and he began to shiver vigorously when he noticed the time was already passed ten... That meant, the interviewer would come into the room at any moment and he had to be prepared... he gathered himself back hoping that he wouldn't jeorpardize his opportunity to get the job.

Beam was startled as he heard the sound of the door being opened... He swiftly stood up, exhaled, and turned around to give a wai to his interviewer... but he froze as he saw the familiar face of the interviewer who was directing his gaze at him with a broad smile decorated his face.
- Mr. Handsome!... Those words slipped out of Beam's lips subsconsciously. He dropped his bag on the floor and he shuddered because of the man's piercing stare.

- Yes... yours truly... The man winked... And by the way... good morning Mr. Beam Baramee... I'm glad that you came today... I've been waiting for you... The handsome man smiled as he locked the door behind him.

No!... This couldn't be happening!... Beam gulped and took a step back as the handsome man approached him, and getting closer every seconds, with a cocky smile that never left his divine face.