Malita grew up in a group home since the age of 5. Once her father left her mother her mother gave her up because she no longer wanted her. Malita went through her life feeling unloved and unwanted. Her scapegoat was going to college soon as she gra...
2 months passed and I still not really talking to Stephanie unless it's work related. I just can't deal with the sight of her. I am looking into getting my own place too. I want to be far away from her and her family as possible. I am sitting in my office on the phone and Joe walks in. I don't know why I expected him to actually knock.
"Hey, put your jacket we are heading out." He tells me. I finish my call and grab my jacket.
"I noticed you have been in the funk lately I don't know what it Is nor do I care as long as it doesn't affect your job. Which, it's not by the way."
"Ok...... where are we going?" I asks getting in his car.
"I have been working on building my own hotels in different locations for years and now it's coming to light. It's finally built but thing is....." he pauses.
"What?"
"I hope you have a passport because it's in Mexico." He starts his car. "We can stop by your home so you can pack a bag."
"I have a passport I figured I needed one months ago. Why Mexico?"
"Test the waters. Imma need you to gather interviews, choose 40 employees and hire who I would."
"How long are we going to be in Mexico?" I have a lot of work ahead of me.
"A week."
"Wait a Damn minute, I have to hire 40 people in a week? Have you lost your damn mind Joe?" I then covered my mouth realizing who I was talking to. "Sorry, Umm yes sir." The car came to a stop in front of my house and before he can respond I jumped out the car quickly running inside. I grab one of my sports bag and packed a week and half of clothes.
I got back in the car and didn't look in his direction. From the corner of my eye he gives me this look. He presses his lips together and nods a little.
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"You clearly forgot who you was talking to but, I'm going to let you slide for now." We head to what seems to be a private air strip. I forgot how rich this man is because he has his own private plane.
We arrived to Mexico straight to the hotel. It's a big hotel that has a restaurant inside. Weird but creative guess have to stand out from the rest. "I'm going to Ladies room." I tell him as we approach the front desk.
"This is going to be a very long week even with nice Joe." I said to myself in the mirror. I wash my hands and walk out to a sworn of women all over Joe. Joe standing there with a smile on his face enjoying the flirtatious women.
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I snickle to myself and ask of for my keys to my room. "I'm sorry ladies I am here for business, maybe next time."
We get on the elevator guess we are going to the penthouse. He better had gotten my own separate room, I am not sharing a room with this man. I don't know what idea he has in his mind but he has me fucked up. Before he opened the door, "You got me all the way messed up if you think we are sharing a room."
He chuckles opens the door and walks me to a separate room from this beautiful atmosphere. It's was a large room with a bed, recliner and a TV mounted on the wall and it had a nice view. To the side it was a bathroom and a refrigerator.
"This is your room. See there's a door between us. There's the mini frig, bathroom over there and there's another door connected to the hall in case you wanted to order room service."
"Wow, Thank god." I put my bags down.
"You didn't think I got us a singular room where we would share the same bed did you?" He looks at me smirking. "Baby I got options and you're not one of them."
"Good, because I can do better."
"No you can't." He says then closes the door.
I lie down on this nice comfy bed.
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{The penthouse not her room}
I order some room service because I am starving. There's a knock on my door about 30 minutes later as I am searching on the websites for candidates. I get up and open it- room service. I take my food and tip the woman. I need to get start doing this now to get it over with. Then something came to my head, where in the hell am I conducting these interviews? I go into the penthouse and of course he's surrounding by women. I approach him annoyed. He could be helping this is his business and all. "Umm, where am I having these interviews?"
"There's an office that Jefferey is letting you use downstairs." He says pouring champagne.
"Are you helping me with these interviews or are you just here to party while I do all the work?" I said annoyed- again forgetting who I was talking to.
His face went from happy to pissed, "Listen I am your boss not the other way around. Don't worry about what I'm going to be doing, worry about what I assigned you to do. Understand?"
"Yes sir." I respond feeling humiliated. All the women was staring and snickering. I went back to my room. This is going to be a long week. I called a few people for interviews. They will be in 3 hours. I stood in my room all day while Joe do whatever he wanted without any form of assistance. "He better be lucky he's paying me very well to deal with his bullshit." I said to myself. The interviews went well, now 37 more to go.
