Meeting Mr. Jerk

Chapter Two

Chapter 2

Lizzy

I looked at myself in the mirror, I applied the pink lipstick, sprayed perfume and decided I was ready to go. It was 9:00 am. I was so excited; today I started my job hunting. I had printed a couple of copies of my C.V. and decided that I would go to all the advertising agencies in Los Angeles. I had just graduated a week ago and was more than ready to start working. I am very creative, and hardworking. Don't get me wrong, but I am not the type of girl who fools herself into thinking any agency would be lucky to have me and that I would be hired right there on the spot. I was a bit more realistic than that, I knew that getting a job is not that easy, and once you got it you must work really hard to prove yourself. Especially since I have no experience what so ever, I had been a fool for not taking a training in any agency before.

Although I would rather die than admit it, I was spoiled, rich, and such a daddy's little girl. I had been so busy travelling in the holidays and summer that I completely neglected to do anything that would kick-start my career after graduation. Truth is my father could get me any job I wanted, whether in his company or another. My father was a successful business man with a lot of connections. He could get me in any position my heart desired, but what good would that teach me. I wanted to be independent, to rely on myself, find my own job, and work hard to earn my living. I was not the type of girl to run to my father to solve my problems, I actually detest it.

I left the apartment and went for my car, I drove a silver BMW. I made my way to the city with a smile on my lips. I was so energetic and I just have a good feeling that I would get a job, whether it is optimism of just dreaming; even if that didn't happen I was not going to quit. I would pursue the top agencies at least for an internship, then hopefully get hired afterwards.

It was 2:00 pm, and till now there was no luck. I had only one last agency left, and frankly I doubted they would take me seeing as it is one of the top advertising agencies ever. I was starting to feel defeated. All the energy and excitement that I had in the morning were drained. I parked my car and went to the last agency. I walked to the receptionist with a smile on my face.

"Good evening, my name is Elizabeth Whitman. I'm supposed to have an interview at 2 with Mrs. Jones from HR"

I looked at the receptionist, she was a bit short, she was not entirely slim but she was not fat. She was just curvy, although some might see her as fat. She gave me a sincere smile and said "just one moment, let me check that. Please, have a seat". she made a phone call and looked at me "please take the elevator on your left. The eleventh floor. She's expecting you".

I smiled at her nervously and thank her. I turn around to go to the elevator. "Good luck!" she yelled after me. I went into the elevator smiling. I reached the eleventh floor and found an assistant in front of the closed doubled doors. I walked right to him. "Good afternoon, I'm Elizabeth Whitman, here to see Mrs. Jones", I smiled at him brilliantly.

He was taken aback, whether I took him by surprise or genuinely scared of how brightly and bordering on serial killer my smile was. I chose to believe that I took him by surprise.

"Of course Ms. Whitman, she is expecting you. Please go in"

"Thank You"

I stood in front of the door and took a deep breath. This was it. I said a silent prayer hoping it would give me good luck when he interrupted my thoughts.

"You know Ms. Whitman, you just have to twist the knob for the door to open" he said with a shy smile on his face.

"Sorry, I'm just really nervous"

"Don't worry, I hope everything goes well"

"Thank you" and with that I opened the door.

Mrs. Jones is sitting behind a mahogany desk. She is petite with a heart shaped face, deep chocolate brown hair, brown eyes and a straight nose. She looks up from her computer at me and smiles pleasantly.