With sweat pouring down my face in buckets, I gasped and lugged my body forward. Reviewing the events of my life was a fine and well timed distraction from the burning in my lungs.
After finally getting an email from a small obscure company indicating their interest in interviewing me for a minor role, I am not only late but miserably so.
From accidents that left me rolling around in hospitals beds for months to being unemployed even after graduation to finally being late to my first job interview in months because I got trapped in the lift for 10 minutes. I am officially the unluckiest person I've ever seen.
Appearance wise, I could have gone down the route of living off my face for a living but along with my pleasing features comes traces of the hard life I lived (damn those long hours infront of my computer). Dark eye bags? Definitely not going on the cover of any magazine.
I sighed.
Is there even a point in running anymore? I can't reverse having the label of "irresponsible" and "poor time management" that is without a doubt stuck on my forehead in the eyes of the interviewers. Probably in bright neon letters. The sweat streaking down my face felt like the tears of my soul as I slowed down in defeat. In the corporate world, punctuality is the bare minimum requirement and yet I couldn't even pass that one hurdle.
While wallowing in self-pity, I collided face first into a meat wall. In fact, it hurt so much I was almost convinced that I had run into a real wall.
"Ouff-Hss!" I hissed as I rubbed at my throbbing nose.
Do I really have to add looking like Rudolph the red nosed reindeer on my 'list of things that went wrong today' list? I cried internally. I silently prayed to all the employment gods out there. Please give the sad me a chance to live like a well kept madam. It's just a small dream.
"Are you ok?" A surprised voice asked from above my head interrupting my rapt prayers. I cursed internally, as a barely 170cm male, I have an inbuilt distinct dislike of anyone taller than me. I was starting to feel annoyed but figured I'll let him live on account of having a nice timbre voice.
As I was about to mumble an apology before continuing on my way, I took the opportunity to take a glance at the meat wall that obstructed me. I couldn't help being curious about what the owner of such a soothing voice looks like. I bet he looks employed.
The second I looked up, I was struck dumb by what seemed to be the hottest guy I've ever seen.
Hallelujah.
A whole meal has dropped from the sky.
I seemed to have inadvertently prayed to the Yaoi gods? no, no this is a sweet romantic and wholesome! shounen-ai. Yup yup definitely nothing R18 going on here. I wiped the nose bleed my internal self was having.
I felt my face go hot and started bumbling, barely managing to choke out an "I'm fine". Darn it, I can't remember anything I've read about these situations!! Ahh!! I need his number! His name! Be my wife!
I was so distracted by what seemed to be my ideal face type in the flesh that I nodded to everything he was saying -- wait, he was talking?! What did he just say!! Ahh!!
"That's great! Here's my business card, I hope you'll give us a call" He grinned at me and quickly put a card into my hand, I grabbed it while shaking it profusely.
His hands feel so nice!! What does he use!
He flashed me one last smile before he sauntered away and for the life of me I couldn't bring myself to call out to him and ask what on earth he was going on about earlier.
Adrian's POV
We lost another client today QAQ
It hasn't even been 3 months since Grandpa kicked me out for refusing to take over the family company.
I can't allow the agency to go under. But where do I find someone with the skills I'm looking for? I can't exactly search the streets.
...Maybe I could check in with some old friends from school and see if they know anyone that fits the description.
Just as I was turning the corner of our office building, I felt something that can only be described as both squishy and but yet bony thud into my chest.
I looked down to a dazed teenager that had fluffy light brown hair but had panda eyes that didn't match his boyish charm. He rubbed at his nose and looked at me grievously, to be honest I could almost hear the blame from his eyes that seemed to be yelling "what are you -a wall?!"
The corner of my mouth unconsciously went up seeing that expression on his face. What an interesting kid.
I quickly followed up with asking if he was alright, I didn't mean to hurt him and he already looked exhausted from running. To be honest I was getting kind of worried that he had a medical condition looking at how out of breath he was, the boy was sweating profusely and his face was flushed red.
I was just about to politely enquire about whether I should call an ambulance for him when he seemed to bounce back to life and said that he was alright. I didn't want to just leave him without my contact details in case I really did hurt him and I thought of a brilliant idea,
'Why not do a little marketing and publicity for the company'
What a great idea! This little buddy looks like he just graduated anyway, maybe he's looking for a job!
"We'll have to work out medical insurance if he joins" I mumbled to myself
In any case, if a cute guy like him joins the company we'll be famous in no time.
I eagerly pitched our company to him and to my surprise he wasn't scared away! What luck! Even more unexpectedly he has the skills I'm looking for! This is definitely fate. I smiled as I gave him my business card with a firm handshake (wow he's really excited about the job) and walked away cheerfully.
-END-
What really happened
Adrian: Hey little buddy, Do you have the ability to see ghosts?
MC: (Nods dazedly)
Adrian: Are you looking for a job?
MC: (Nods excitedly)
Adrian: !! Please work with me!
MC: (Nods while drooling)
Adrian: !!!