Who's Going To Take The L - DRAFT COPY NOT EDITED

Chapter 3 - The Email

I've been applying for jobs for a month now and still nothing. Last week Carol was promoted, and life has been getting shitter ever since. She's now my boss. Now I have no choice but to put up with her daily rubbish. How did she get promoted you ask, turns out she's been sleeping with the director. No wonder she acts like she runs the place. She practically does now. That's not even the worse off it, they recently got engaged and decided to be public and open about absolutely everything. Grrr, it's the type of relationship that would make you look bitter because everything they do is just so gross and disgusting.

They don't even look good together, he's a big bald guy and she's a typical skinny blond. You know what this relationship screams, she's only there for the MONEY & POWER. She the type who's going to sleep with the gardener when he's away on business making millions just to keep her. I guess that type is always set to make it in this world, marry rich by finding some poor balding rich sob and drain the money out of him.

"Nicks how can this happen, I mean I knew Carol was one for getting her way but this has to be a joke." Nicki and I are on the sofa chilling out watching a movie. "Girl we both know Carol will do anything to come out on top. I suggest you get over and focus on finding a new job." She's right sitting here and obsessing over Carol isn't going to help me. I mean sure I could put in more effort with the rich guys that throw themselves at me and marry rich. However I've never depended on anyone not even James, so why should I change that now. That's how these guys end up with all the power in the relationship.

I'm giving job searching a break today. It's Sunday and I'm honestly feeling a bit down with the whole process. Rejection after rejection and to be honest I'm done with being rejected. I put on some black gym shorts, a plain baggy black top, and fight my feet into my only pair of trainers, way too lazy to undo and then redo the laces. I tie my hair up into a ponytail and do a quick messy plait, adding on a sweatband and I'm ready to go on my morning run.

My parents were not rich neither were they poor, they just didn't know what a saving bank was. Luckily the house they left me is in a pretty decent area with a nice park not too far away from it. I start my jog of slowly, going at a nice steady pace. The weather is nice not to hot or cold for a jog. I see the entrance to the park up ahead. I call this the regular entrance, the reason why is because the entrance at the other end is where some really rich people live. The prestigious entrance. I try to stay as far away from that side of the park as possible. Firstly James has an apartment not far from there and secondly for some reason I attract the attention of rich trash. I pause my jog quickly and look up at the sky and pray to God that he just sends me a decent hard-working guy.

I've been jogging for 45 minutes now and think I have done nearly 5 miles. Not bad since I'm a lazy git who loves to lounge around on the sofa and watch movies all weekend. I take a break on a bench to calm my breathing and give my legs a rest. I see someone watching me from afar and decide to ignore it. I mean I'm in the park they could be watching the tree behind me. I take a look around my surroundings and realise I'm by the prestige entrance, just great. I look back to the weirdo that was staring at the tree behind me and see him walking in my direction, he looks kind of familiar but I can't quite put my finger on where I would have seen his face.

He's dressed in a Versace sweatshirt and cycling shorts. Oh please, who wears Versace just to workout. He's extremely good looking with dark short hair, tan sunkissed skin, and a muscular toned build. The only good thing about the Versace sweatshirt is that it's hugging his build in all the right places. This man must be some sort of greek God, well hello my name is Angel.

What I'm thinking, Mr. Greek God is approaching the bench fast and with all the lustful thoughts floating through my head I think it would be best for me to start jogging back to the regular entrance. I take a look back and see the guy has stopped walking and is now just watching me from a distance. What a creep.

Nicki and I have decided to have a girls' night in with some of the other girls from our group. There's Layla who is the daughter to the founder of a very popular cab app called Pick-up, she's half Japanese and a very beautiful girl. She's the only one engaged out of all of us to some rich businessman that's never around. Her parents are strict with her making her turn to be the wild one in the group.

Then there is Tia who is a Lawyer, her background is average but she worked extremely hard in school and was able to get a scholarship to the number one Law uni in the country. She's the brains of the group. Most of our group became friends in secondary school and the rest of them we're just mutual friends we became close with.

"Either drink the shot or answer the questions. Do you still miss James?" Of course, choosing truth was the wrong way to go. I should have known I was going to be bombarded with questions about James. "No, I mean sure I still love him but after seeing that sexy greek god in the park. I'm sure I'll be fine." Nicki sends me a cheeky wink and I laugh. "Alright, my turn Layla truth or dare?"            "There are no guys here so I don't see the point in doing dares, so truth" Yes even though she's engaged she's the most guy crazy out of all of us.

"Hey don't look at me like that, you know my saying until I become his wife I'm free to do whatever I want." I don't judge her I mean her parents arranged this business marriage for her, we all know it's for money and not love. "Yes yes, we won't tell as long as we get our cut of this business deal" Tia sticks out her hand trying to get Layla to shake on it. "You know what screw the question, just give me the shot." We all laugh because we knew Layla would off ended up taking the shot no matter what I asked.

The girls and I are in the living room trying to do the savage dance Tik Tok. We all laugh at Tia as she gets in wrong again, this girl is so stiff it's unbelievable. We fall on to the couch laughing and Tia decides to kill my mood and ask how's the job searching going. I unlock my phone click on the emails and hand it to her so she can see how much rejection emails I have.

"OH MY GOSH," Tia yells in my ear. "You lucky bitch you have an interview to be the executive assistant to the CEO of SSG Corporations. AHHHHHHH he's so hot." She continues. "Seriously Tia forget about hot, that's one of the richest companies in the world right now" Layla chimes in. The girls keep going on about how hot and rich the CEO is and I'm just sitting here in shock.

"Wait guys I've finally got an interview, when is it for? What I'm I going to wear? I most probably won't get it anyway. It's why out of my league isn't it?" I look at the girls in a panic. "Hey calm down, it's definitely out of your league but at least you got an interview" Tia so bluntly says. She may be the brains of the group but her social skills could use some help. "Tia right but at least you can come shop in my wardrobe. The likely hood of you getting the job is slim, but at least you'll look cute" Layla says and Nicki just nods along. What's wrong with my friends? Way to help my nerves. "Guys your not helping. Let's just go to Layla's house and help me choose a boss lady outfit."

We all pile into Layla fancy BMW car. The girls are still chatting away about how sexy CEO Gabriel is. Apparently, he's the most gorgeous thing on this planet and with all the money he has no girls can resist him. Well if I become his assistant he'll be in for a surprise. I won't be so easily impressed like these three fools in the car. I just think about Mr greek god from the park, I don't think any man can beat that anyway. Maybe I should have got his number.