Of Roses & Briefcase

Chapter 3

Awkward silence. All the way to reaching level 9, it really did felt like decades though.

Myra walking in reverse towards the back of the lift, a few steps away from Razlan's position. The situation there in the lift was so so awkward you could actually hear a cricket sound. Myra was only able to look down, giving blank stares at her feet, she froze there standing still. Razlan glanced at the corner of his eyes towards her, he saw her standing stiffly like a mannequin, wasn't sure whether she's breathing or she might have fainted due to feeling embarrassed. He then cleared his throat to end the awkwardness,

"Urm.. Wh-what business have you here?" He said with a crooked smile.

Nope. No respond, she just stood there..dead. Okay, don't reply me then. It's totally fine, yeap I definitely am talking to a wall.

*Ting*

Omg thank you god for ending this awkwardness! As Razlan walked out of the lift, Myra made her way out too. She hurriedly went to the ladies to clean the stain.

"Ugh, the stain cleared, but my skirt is freaking wet!" Myra walked over to the hand-dryer to dry out the wet part. She switched the skirt from backside to the front, which makes it easier for her to dry them out. Unfortunately, the dryer seemed to be not functioning anymore. Probably it needed a repair.

"Great! What a way to start my day!" She said aloud throwing her hands on the air and then slapped the dryer. She fixed her hairclip neatly pressed against her hair and made her way out of the restroom. She went over the Reception's Desk, asking for the job vacancy form. The woman behind the desk handed the form to her and told her to be seated and fill in the form.
Myra just nodded, said her thanks and proceed to the seatings.

She screened the form thoroughly, and filled them in cautiously to avoid making mistakes. Done completing the form, she handed it to the receptionist.

"What?! Ma.. So you're punishing me for missing out on the meeting by asking me to handle the interviews? You know how suckish I am with that.." Said Razlan to protest his mother's demand. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he knows his capabilities in handling interviews. He just doesn't know what to ask and how to react with the answers given! Plus, he's still new in the company, he started like about 3 years ago and he knows there are loads to learn, thinking that he's not suitable and under experience to compare to other BODs.

Madam Roslina shook her head in react to her son's sayings. "No Razlan, you have to do this whether you like it or not. It is time for you to learn and get use to it. No more excuses! Now, go! Pick the best for the company. Mama has faith in you and will support your decision no matter what". She then walked out of his office. Razlan sighed to himself, since when does Mama became this strict? He moved together with the chair he was sitting on, lazily rolled over to the right side of his dark brown table made up from Oak wood to reach for the telephone thus pressing the red button."Susan, I'll be handling the interviews. Please call them one by one straight to my office, thanks."

"Miss Myra, you can enter the office now. You just go straight and the room is on your left. Goodluck!" Explained Susan whilst wishing her best of luck. Myra lip-sync saying Thank You towards Susan and made her move to the room.

With heart pounding in her chest, feeling extra nervous than the usual. She suddenly felt weird because other interviews she has been to, it wasn't as nervous as this though. Even bullets of sweat starting to appear on her forehead, wiping it off using the edge of her sleeve and there she was standing right in front of the door. She stared at the name that was written on the wooden door,

Mohammed Razlan Amer
Board of Director

She felt tingles in her tummy after seeing that name. Gave it two knocks and heard a voice coming from the room, "Come in". She turned the door knob slowly and went in. Apparently this Razlan guy was sitting with his back facing her. She can't really detect how does he looks like, maybe he's old and fat and has a bulging tummy? Yeah, aren't all BOD like that? Lol. I mean rarely the BOD's position are not occupied with old and experienced men right? She grinned to herself trying to put all her thoughts away and start to focus on the interview.

The chair swung to face her. Her jaw literally dropped, she had the shock of her life. Her knees went numb again, stood there still like a mannequin without blinking her eyes. Too surprised with what she saw, she dropped her files too.

He's not what I think he is.. And he's the guy.. OMG HE WAS THE ONE IN THE ELEVATOR WITH ME! WHO WAS STARING AT MY BUTT AND HE SAW MY STAINS! OK SOMEONE PLEASE KILL ME NOW THIS IS BEYOND EMBARRASSING!