The Life of Eniola (rewriting story)

Chapter 2

 Oh my, what a day.

I let out a  deep sigh.

Why did I even apply for this job?

Being a high school receptionist is exhausting and it drains my energy.

It pays well though but I have to remember that all this is for my daughter, Alessia.

Nonetheless, a few weeks ago I set up a job interview appointment which is today.

On the day that I told Cameron about my pregnancy, I told my aunt soon after I got home. Ever since then, she has helped me throughout the pregnancy, but, she did ask about who the father is few times however she stopped asking altogether because she knew I wasn't ready.

I leave my workplace and got to the parking lot, got into the car,  and drove off to my daughter's school. As I park the car into the parking lot, I begin to set off to pick Alessia up. Moments later, I see her in the distance, waving at me with excitement as I walk up to her and lift her up from the ground which makes her giggle.

"How was your day at school, Lissy?"I ask her.

"It was great, Mummy."Lissy begins to talk more about her day as I reach my car and put her inside the backseat protector.

Minutes pass by and before we know it, we have reached our house.

I get out whilst Alessia was waiting, patiently, in the car so that I could get her out of the child seat. I grab hold of Alessia and bring her into my arms then I close the car door with my car key. I enter the house and put her down to the floor but I take her hand and walk to the kitchen to find something for her to eat.

Just as I am about to prepare the ingredients, my phone is ringing. Without glancing at the caller ID, I answer it.

"Hello?"

"It's me, your dear aunty!"

"Hey aunty, how are you?"I respond.

"I'm fine, darling. And you? I hope you are liking the house. Because you know you're-"

"Yes aunty, I know, I'm welcome anytime to move back."She chuckles, knowing what she was about to say.

"Mmm ok, if you say so. What about Alessia? If you are struggling with who can babysit her, I'm always there."She asks.

Knowing where this is going, I change the subject.

"Oh, I have a job interview tomorrow, aunty."

"Is the job not paying you well, sweetie?"Her aunt asks, worried.

"It is but it's stressful to work in a school, of all places".

"Well, let's hope it goes great, then."

"Thanks, Aunty. Let me go and finish making bruschetta for Alessia".

"I'll leave you to it".

She was about to end the call when she realised something.

"Oh, can you please do me a favour, Aunty?"

I thanked her and ended the call.

I get back to what I was doing and at the same time, I watch Alessia play in the living room.

After I finish making a snack for her I call her over to come to the kitchen. Alessia skips over and sits at the table and starts to eat. I smile at her whilst she eats the food, she notices that I'm looking at her and beams at me and continues to munch on the bruschetta, her features strongly resembles her father but also of my physical characteristics, which reminds me that even though I was a teen mom along with the support of my Aunty, I'm thankful to God that He gave me this precious angel.

The alarm rang and I just realised I overslept, now that means I will be late, what a great impression Elena. I finished taking a shower and rushed to get a 10-minute  of breakfast and left the house. Unfortunately, I found myself in traffic which lasted quite a while, luckily I managed to get out of it but my smile turned into sadness as suddenly thought that I was going to be late for the interview. I park in the visitor's area, enter the building and walk towards the receptionist.

"Hi, how may I help you, ma'am?"

"Hello, I am here for my job interview at 10:30 am." I enquire.

The receptionist glances at his colleague and they both start laughing but quickly regain their composure when they see my facial expression. He clears his throat and apologises to me, then he begins to describe the way to the room.

"Do you want me to guide you to the interview room, ma'am?"

I consider it for a second and shake my head, walk off to the elevator and wait.

Unbeknownst to her, the other colleague snickers and says to him:

"She's so not getting the job"

"I know, right!"

"And with the likes of her and that attitude."He turns to her and looks at her, in disbelief.

"Nikki!"She rolls her eyes and continues to file her nails.

As the elevator door open, I walk to my left and walk further down until I see the room, so I knock on the door and after a moment, I hear a "come in" and enter. The room only just had a chair facing a desk, occupied by a woman sorting out some files and a man who was engrossed in some book.

"Oh, you must be Miss Alfonsi, we were just about to leave, but it's good that you arrived just in time". I smile, in discomfort, without wasting any time I hand in the CV and thus she starts the last interview of the day. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that the man raises the book and puts it down, allowing me to fully see his face. I gasp and he looks at me with an intense stare

What on earth is Alex doing here?

"Miss Alfonsi, are you alright?"I reassure her that I'm fine and she carries on with the questions, though I can still feel his eyes on me.

Alex was getting bored and suddenly regretted doing this, none of the interviewees was interesting or skilled enough for him to hire them. Back to square one, he thought. Though when he heard this familiar voice, that's when he realised it was her. Many years ago she must have been a girl, the apple of her mother's eye. Her dark hair was swept into an afro with a floral-patterned headband holding it still and her make-up was well applied.

At last, the interview is finished and I stand up from the chair, take my CV back and walk out of the door, as I'm about to press the button for the elevator, Alex is right beside me.

Ugh, what could he possibly want?