Daepyonim | k.m.s (AMBW)

Chapter 2

Diamond

I woke up this morning, by my phone dinging. I looked at it, and saw telling that $500 was transferred to my account. I was half joking about the money, but I can see that bitches are rich, so they gave me it. Most definitely not complaining about being $500 richer. I opened the bank app and saw that I now have $8,063.

I got most of the money from working at the restaurant, 5 minutes away from my apartment building, since senior year of high school. It was tough and annoying, but I got through it. I knew my regulars' faces and orders, as soon as they came through the door.

My boss and I had a great friendship, and it's going to be sad when I tell her I have to leave. There was a translation firm hiring, and I wanted to get the best position possible.

I got up and head to the bathroom to do my daily routine. After I was done, I got dressed in a yellow bottom down shirt, tucked in a pair of black slacks, and the black heels from last night. I barely wear heels so it doesn't matter.

When I was done, I made sure to put my documents in my handbag, taking up my phone and keys then go out the door. As I sat behind the steering wheel, and did a little prayer. The drive was 15 mins instead of 10 because of the morning traffic.

Getting out the car, I saw the big sign that said 'Stevens' Translation Services', I looked up at the lettering and go jittery.

As I walked in, people were staring at me, probably because I was the only black person in there at the moment, or the fact that I looked like a rat.

I'm going with both.

I went up to the receptionist. "Do you have an appointment miss?" I internally cringed at the name, it made me feel old.

"Uh no, I didn't know I needed one." I shook my head no.

"No worries, just fill out these papers and bring them back to me when you're done." He handed me a clipboard filled with papers and a pen. My handwriting is going to look so ugly, I mostly used pencil in my classes.

I was always skeptical about jobs asking me for my SSN, but it was probably to give me my dollars.

I finished filling out the papers and brought them back to the receptionist. "Okay Ms..." he looked down at the page then back at me, "...Kerr, I'll take these in to the head manager, then call you when you're needed." He smiled.

I nodded my head and went back to sit down. At the same time I received a text from Naya saying;

Twiddle Dee: Are you coming to help us pack??

Me:
Nope, I'm finna leave y'all to struggle cause you're leaving me.

Twiddle Dee: Why is you being so hard? Plzzz🙏🏾

Me:
Whatever bitch, but you're feeding me... After I leave this interview tho.

Twiddle Dee: Ight, do dat

I heard my name being called right after, and my anxiety skyrocketed. Following him in the elevator to the fifth floor, there were two big clouded glass doors, separating the manager's office from the hallway.

"Well good luck" he said with a reassuring smile, then knocking the door. "Come in" a deep husky voice said, suddenly I was pushed in without warning.

"Good morning Ms. Kerr, please take a seat" The manager offered me. He looked old enough to be my dad, but I could be wrong. He wore a grey suit, with a white dress shirt, and a very ugly tie, but that's not my business.

"My name is Troy Stevens, you can call me Mr. T, do you have your documents?" He sat in his chair behind the desk.

"Yes, I do."

I handed him the papers out of my bag with shaky hands. "Ms. Kerr relax, I'm not scary" he smiled at me. I took a breath, leaning back in my chair.

"So what position are you applying for?" He asked looking at the transcript in his hand. "I-uh, maybe one that I get to do frequently" I sounded unprofessional, I don't even know what that means.

He looked up with a raised eyebrow. I'm sweating. "Is that so?" I slowly nodded, not wanting to hear his answer.

It was silent for a pregnant minute, suddenly he spoke again, "English, French, Spanish, Korean, Thai, Mandarin and Japanese..." I looked up confused. "Pardon?"

"The languages you know, I must say that's quite impressive. Non of my current workers know this many languages, especially Asian" He nodded in approval.

"Actually you came at the right time..." Does this mean he's hiring me?

"What do you mean sir?" I played with my fingers in my lap.

He continued to look at the papers while talking, "A gentleman came in three days ago asking for my best worker..." he finally looked up again. "You may be my best translator.

I was flabbergasted, almost fell off my chair even.

"I just hope that he's still in the country, I'll give him a call immediately, then call you to tell you the news I have for you." Mr. T stood up and outstretched his hand.

"Congratulations and welcome to the family, I'll be sure to keep in touch" That was it? No questions or anything? Shit I'm not even complaining.

"Thank you sir" I smiled at him and walked out of the office.

Going back to the first floor, I had a huge smile on my face. "Soo, did you get it" I snapped my head to the left, almost getting whiplash. It was the receptionist from before.

"Yes I did, I'm so happy..."

"Congrats, Wyatt Stevens by the way" he stretched his arm.

"You're Mr. T's son?"  I asked confused.

"Nephew, his son is in London."

"Oh, well it was nice to meet you, I'll see you whenever." He said bye, and I left the building.

I got in my car and was off to my home. I then remembered that I was supposed to go to the twins' house.

Fuck me.