Hazal watson: A sweet and kind-hearted girl.
Calat Malik: A jerk.
Kanak Olsen: The rebel!
Kashish Smith: Our prince charming.
When all of them are under a same roof, each other with a different motive, what could possibly go wrong?
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Kristen Gomez
I was sitting in the waiting room of BKB waiting my turn for the interview. It was interview for the post of assistant journalist and I badly wanted this job. Its been three years from the time when I decided to become a journalist. I have worked my ass off since then to archieve this thing. I worked many part time jobs along with my studies, as a waitress in restaurant as well as in bar, in a bakery, as a cashier, as a pole dancer, teacher and god knows what all but I wasn't able to do anything big and this was my chance to success which I didn't wanted to loose at any cost. If I didn't get this job then I would have no option but to take the job of an escort and thats definetly not a job I would prefer in any scenario.
Now you people might be wandering why I am so desperate for jobs? Don't I have someone to support me? So for your answers, I am an orphan. I have no one to support me, my father died when I was only five and then my mother left me to marry someone else. My mother was reculant to help me in any way but her generous husband pursuaded her to give my expense until I am fifteen and from the age of fifteen, I am on my own. I live in my father's house, the only thing he left for me in his will and I am grateful for that, atleast I have a roof over my head and it also saves me the apartment expense. If I get this job, I will be able to stabalise my life and for once live in a little peace.
I was lost in these thoughts until I heard my name, I quickly snapped out of my trance and looked around, I was the only one left. I took a deep breathe and made my way towards the interview room. A girl assisted me to the room and then she knocked on the door. A very soft silky voice answered from the other side of the room and something deep inside my stomach fliped. The girl gave me an encouraging smile and left. I quietly opened the door and entered inside. The inside were nothing like I assumed. I assumed it to be sleek and modern with shades of grey and brown, spotless and clean but it was nothing like that. The walls were painted in cream colour and they were all filled with newspaper aticles, photographs, and notes. It seems that the person is really into journalism not like some of those bastards who are in the job just for the sake of fame.
I quietly made my way towards the desk which was in the middle of the room and stood beside one of the visitor chair. The interviewer has blond hairs, that was the first thing I noticed about him. His hairs were ruffled andvwere looking very smooth and as perverty it may sound but I wanted to touch them. He was wearing spects and looking at some paper works. After a moment or two he gestured me to sit down. The chairs were pretty comfortable and after I was settled, I looked up to analyse him. He didn't look much older, he has a school boy types cute face, his lips were of a light shade of pink and they were looking very kissable, his shoulders weren't broad but he still appears to be muscular. He was wearing a light pink t-shirt which was complimenting his colour and making him look more cute. But I couldn't make out his eyes because he was wearing spects and looking down.
For what seems like ethernity, I sat there waiting for him to speak something. All the while dirty thoughts were rotating in my mind about how good it will be to kiss those damn lips and flushed against that chest all the while sprawling my hands in his hairs. Damn you Kristen! You are here for an interview, for the sake of god, focus!
