It all begun with the news. Nowadays people have a fascination on what they know it'll be hard to possess. Even humans can be possessed, it's more addictive than I thought. Waking up to the eerie morning, dreaming about this person I'd say my phone is less competent here.
My mum immigrated to to Small Heath after my father's death, when I was barely five. She's struggled since arriving in this small town. Growing up I witnessed her efforts and her perseverance, her defeats and her victories. She's really cool to be with, she commands everyone's respect. And she hasn't had trouble socializing with her neighbors and coworkers. I find this attitude of hers impressing, especially taking care of me as a single mother. The Salvatore's are the one exception. Why? Maybe because they're rich, classy and of course obnoxious.
The family consists of Sandra Salvatore, her husband Matthew,and their only child; Ian. Rumors went about that he was a surrogate child, her mother had a problem giving birth in her first year of marriage, but the child kicked the bucket after year two due to osteoporosis. I can only imagine how poor Ian is doing all alone in that big mansion. Yes. That is his name you might wonder how I get to know alot about them. There's a popular saying that goes 'when you want something, you've got to go for it.' . It may baffle you: How did I got to know so much about him, if we don't even interact like that?
Think back to when I said it started with the news?
I heaved a sigh, an imaginary heart consuming me, left me in goosebumps. "Don't turkle Beth." I mumbled slowly to myself.
Even though we don't have anything in common, he lives a porch life, signed several modelling contracts, and manage the largest business that's expanding vastly, I'd say this is his fifteenth time award since this year- I've dedicated a lot of time checking him out. Let's just say my crush on him is super immense. It could all be traced back to when I accidentally met him at a concert that was held at the lobby. He was dressed in a suit ofcourse a black suit that suits his oval face and that described his cold personality. What would I say, I was turning eighteen that month, he came with the bands that performed, I think he wanted to be an artist instead of modelling.
My crush on him naturally diminished over the years because I felt this inferiority complex. Sandra Salvatore owns the company my mother works at, on the scale of zero to hundred, I'd rate her seven percent. Why? Because she's an annoying manager. She's never acknowledged her workers' effort, needless of their names. I used to wonder how she nested such a handsome Bachelor, similar in character. I'd say background is a primary trait to one's behavior.
So Arrogant!
Regardless, today is going to be a big turnout for me and everyone. As I set foot to the Coastal company. Dreams do come true, after hundreds of applications, I'm being sarcastic, it's actually the fourth and it turns out it's not only capable of achieving my dreams but connecting and bridging the different worlds.
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Visualize being overwhelmed with joy and nervous at the same time, as I stepped out of the zebra printed cab, rushed through the entrance, I waved a 'Hi' with my left hand, my right hand was too preoccupied with files, that it was not possible to do the right hand etiquette. The elevator ding and almost everyone seems to be there upon the email received last week. I took the company's annual interview. For the first time in the last Four years of my simultaneous application, I was finally eligible for the screening. I let out a deep breath,calming my impulses.
You've got this.
My eyes land on posters with positive messages regarding this year's general secretary selection hanging on the walls. I prayed intrinsically to be selected, it's my biggest dream. I was hoping to be selected because costs of living are becoming high and we have pending bills to pay, my mum originally wanted me to work at the embassy. My mother, Diana, will soon retire, without an insurance, I mean, what are we going to survive on? I've never been this obsessed with a job until this year when I realized all this.
I sat with my colleagues on the queue waiting for the interview department as they carefully gave points down to your dress code, whether it was designer or not. I felt totally left out, even though my Bachelor degree was from a public university, not competent enough for this high ranked industries but that's my mother's sweatamd I'm proud of it, only if I were given a chance to defend myself I'll prove how I'm worthy. It was primarily in international relations. I saw people more desperate than me, some entered with a strong aura, but came out downspirited, and vice versa. It is my turn, now my heart wants to jump like a kangaroo.
To my greatest surprise as I entered for the interview, I exchanged a face on glance with Ian as the chief interviewer, like what the fuck, I've read every single details about him, and it doesn't seem to be his department. "What is he doing here?" I questioned rhetorically. I tried not to look at him, but his seductive eyes tempted my temperature to rise.
"Miss Beth?" I heard my name faintly from the horizon, I stood in 'awe' observing all the faces there and I was like must everybody here be this incredibly attractive?
"Yes." I sounded polite.
"It shows in your CV that you are neither from Harvard university nor Stanford university." They eyed me, I wondered how the school I went to really mattered to them this much.
"But I passed the initial screening sir." I tried to back up the terrified me. I pointed to the poster that displayed 'any institution' boldly, trying to rectify their statement.
Ian looked up and his handsome face stretched in surprise. He just looked while his subordinates questioned me.
"Well we're telling you, you're not qualified for the job."
My heart breaks in my chest when I heard that. "I thought your company is regarded as a premium, because you don't classify, but employ solely on merit."
"Believe me I'd remember a great deal if It had been included in the 'CRITERIA sir." I retorted, not fearing their decisions. I was dim witted on going home afterwards distressed and heart blackened.
Ian didn't even utter a word; he sat and observed the flow. I'd imagined him to be all way talkative like his mother. Just as I said he's definitely a gentleman. I've been dying to met him in person, now that I have I can even look at him in the eye but I bet I'm being succinctly scanned by him.
The only thing that wander in my brain was. 'is this how he looks at every one, I mean this is intimidating.'
"She's been employed." I turned to look at the angle that word came from.
He said using his sexy voice, like he was on screen doing his normal presentation. Walking out of the room with his half buttoned satin shirt. He's known for his rudeness and his keen habit of having the final say. Everyone was in amusement including myself, but I felt alot relieved, for the first time things have worked out in my favour.