Love Me Again

Chapter 11

Olivia's POV

I gathered my things after double checking my documents. I felt very nervous, this was my first time actually applying for a job in a big company despite the position only being a receptionist.
I was getting quite desperate for a job, for some reason not one company or fast food restaurant has called me back for an interview. Skye Inc. Was the only company that called me back.

I sighed, trying to relax my racing heart. I hailed a cab which thankfully didn't take long.

I can do this.

They are going to hire me and I will be able to provide for Jay.

That helped me calm my nerves a bit. The next thing I know I was already seated outside of Skye Inc.'s HR. I was reading through my documents again as I try to plot the way I was going to talk and act once I get in, but I was so deep in thought I jumped when the woman holding a checkboard called my name.

"Ms. Olivia, Mr. Parick is ready for you now." The beautifully dark skinned woman smiled at me warmly, and to be honest that definitely helped me calm down.
I quickly stood up, a few papers almost escaping my grasp as I try to walk as confidently as I can into the office.

Keyword: tried

I entered the posh looking office as I greeted a man in his mid-fourties. He only grunted in response as he gestured to the seat in front of him.
He didn't waste time, "It says here that your previous job was a waiteress? And before that you were a janitress?" He asked in a condesending tone. I shifted in my seat carefully thinking of a response.

"Yes, s-sir. I... uh... worked in a small cafe owned by a lovely—" he cut me off.

"And what services would you be able to offer us here in Skye's Inc.?" He looked almost annoyed at me.
I took a deep breath as I maintained eye contact. "Being a waiteress has taught me many interesting things. And being a janitress also has its own charms." I stated, trying to hold back a stutter.

"And?" He impatiently asked.

"Well these are the jobs that let me deal with people whom are difficult and it also made me improvise in odd situations." I chuckled, I remembered times in the cafe when there was difficult costomers or there were problems in the stocks of pastries.

"May I remind you, Ms. Olivia, that being a receptionist here also means that you should be able to handle a man's work." He had a look in his eye that tells me that he thinks that I don't have what it takes to work in a professional place.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Patrick. But, are you implying that I can't handle a little inconvinience?" I try to sound as polite as possible despite my anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

"Why, of course Ms. Olivia. All of you women just want a job where you sit and look pretty and just assume that you wouldn't be working a man's job every now and then." He glared at me, trying to intimidate me.

I felt very offended and furious at the comment but I still try to keep a polite smile on my face.
"I am not looking for a reason to sit and 'look pretty', Mr. Patrick. I am a single mother and I want to provide for my son through genuine hard work. Just because I am a woman doesn't mean that my main goal is to always look pretty and laze around because frankly, I already am beautiful." I kept my fake smile on my face, trying to hide the fury in my tone.

"Please. I bet you got knocked up in a very young age. I bef that kid of yours is nothing but a bas—" I didn't let him finish. I stood up my chair falling backwards loudly. I remained calm but I was blazing with fury.

"Mr. Patrick. Your comments have been way out of line. I don't mind you insulting me or my gender, but never ever insult my child." I appeared eerily calm but I was getting angrier by the minute. "If you wish to no longer hire me, that's fine. I will respect your decision and the company. But please also respect me as a person. Just because I have certain qualities that are not accepted by society nowadays doesn't change the fact that I am not human. I deserve respect as much as the next man." I gathered my things and stormed out of the office.
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"—then I left." I groaned, my head resting on my best friend's lap.

"He's an asshole. It was good that you didn't take his crap." Leila lightly patted my hair as I whimpered quietly. That interview was my only chance in getting a decent job with a decent salary, what was I supposed to so now?

"But I am certain that I wouldn't be getting that job anymore, Leila." I buried my face into my hands, regret swirling in my stomach. I should probably get Jay to stay with Aiden for a while, I'm running low on funds and I don't want Jay to starve.

Leila's phone chimed, she looked at the phone before looking down at me on her lap. "Hey, Oli, I have to get going. Mylene just texted me asking for some documents for a meeting tomorrow." Mylene is a friend of ours from Leila's work, she is a very friendly 24-year-old, she just started when she graduated from college.

"Okay, text me when you get home." I sniffled.

"You know, I can just say I'm busy, L. I'll have Jason get the documents delivered for me." She offered kindly.

I just waved her off, "No, it's fine Aiden and Jay should be here any minute now anyways." I stood up, walking her to the door.
She nodded, and she gave me a bright smile.
"You can do this, Oli." Then she left.

"I really hope I can do this, L." I whispered to myself.

I tried to look up more job offerings, but I really can't find anything that could be my long-term job. I would probably ask Aiden to help me, but I've gotten this far without him, what's just a few more days?
Maybe I'm being too idealistic or petty, but I have to prove to myself that I could be successful without him, all those years ago Aiden always told me that he would provide for me.
And me being the  young, naive, child I was I've  thought that I never had to work. But, damn that bit me right back in the ass. I need to know how to work on my own, because in the end of the day the only person I have is me.

I was so deep in thought I almost didn't hear the doorbell ring.
That must be Aiden and Jay. I thought, I missed my little boy so much I practically ran to the door.

But I was wrong. It wasn't Aiden or Jay.

My only thought in my mind is,

What the absolute fuck?