Today is a beautiful day. I stretch languidly on my bed and throw the covers to the side and wake up. I open my bedroom windows letting the sunlight filter in the room. I breathe in the fresh air and I can't help but smile. Today is the day I have been waiting for. I finally get to work in my dream company and that thought makes me giddy.
I move around the bedroom and stop in front of my full length mirror. I can't help but admire how I look. It is one of those days someone wakes up feeling pretty with a glow on the face. I continue to make my way to the shower and take a long hot bath.
I go about my normal morning routine of getting ready and head towards my living room. I live in a one bedroom apartment in Manhattan. The minute I saw these apartments I knew I had to live here. They are classy and I imagined elegant beautiful people lived here too.
It has always been a dream of mine to live in a posh place even though I am not that well off. I had to give myself this even though I basically put a strain on other things I needed. I am not thinking about that though.
My kitchen is an open kitchen that connects with the living area. The thing that made me fall in love completely and sign the deal is the chandelier that is in the middle of the space, together with the low lighting lamps hanging from the ceiling at the kitchen counter. The ambience of this place made me completely fall in love and decide to make it my home.
I make myself some coffee and I sit on the counter sipping while looking through my phone. My mother calls me.
"Hey honey, are you excited for today?" she is cheery and I can't help but laugh.
"Yes mom. I am excited. I am anxious as well." I confess. I tell my mother everything because she is my rock and my best friend.
"It is normal but don't worry honey. You are absolutely the best and the most talented journalist I know." She encourages me and I feel better.
"Would you tell me otherwise though, I am your child so in reality you are supposed to say these things" I tease her
"Yes but no child of mine is not the best. You know this." She answers me
I do know that. It has been me and my mom from when I was born and she has always supported me and encouraged me to be better. I believe her when she affirms this to me.
"And do not drink coffee. It is not helping with the nervousness that you are feeling already," she cajoles.
I laugh and put the cup down on the counter. "Yes mom. I must go now. I will talk to you later. I love you."
"I love you too. Kick ass," she shouts.
"Mom!?"
"Bye love. " She laughs at my mortification.
We hang up and I take a deep breathe. i feel so much better after talking to her.I am ready for this. I grab my coat and my bag and head out.
First day of work. I get to meet my boss who is a middle aged woman. I knock on the door and she gestures for me to get in.She invites me to sit down and she starts telling me what is required of me. I nod at everything and say yes to avoid looking as if I can't talk.
All I want to do is jump up and down and squeal to my best friend because it all seems unreal. im finally here and getting recognition on my first day too!
"Are you listening?" she asks and I snap out of my day dreaming.
"I am sorry I missed the last part."
She looks at me and I hope she is not already writing me of. "I said you will be having an interview today as your first assignment."
"Oh. Of course I am up and ready for it." I answer her a little bit over enthusiastically.
"I hope you are because this is a high profile client and we want to get everything accurate. You cannot get anything wrong or miss a single detail."
"Got it," I note down everything she is saying on my notepad.
She looks at me and seems to be in contemplation. I give her a big smile and she raises her eyebrows at me. I immediately wipe it off my face and clear my throat.
"What is the name of the client?" I ask her
"Trevor Wright Kincaid" she says
I try to keep my composure and I do. I clear my throat again and shift on my chair.
"Trevor-Kincaid?" I ask again to confirm I got it right.
"If you are not ready for this or this is too much for you, you can tell me right now." She removes her glasses and sets them down.
"I have it under control. I can do this work."
"Good. Because I require utmost professional behaviour when it comes to you conducting interviews to the clients."
I nod and she tells me when I will be conducting the interview. It is today.
Holy shit! I feel like I am going to shit myself and I giggle when I think this. I am walking towards my assigned desk and I decide to call my best friend Gigi. I take my phone and head towards the bathroom.
Once inside I check to see no one is at the stalls then make the phone call. I had already texted her what was going on so the minute she picks up, I hear her squeal from the other end. I can't help but squeal too jumping around but I realize someone might hear me so I stop.
"This is unbelievable!" she shouts in disbelief
"I know. And I am seeing him today!"