The vibration against my stomach awakened me from my restful sleep for the 4th time this week. My hand works its way to my phone without me budging the rest of my form. I can't possibly let another helpless notification or call- pull me from a comfortable position.
With ease, my phone is rescued from my embrace and is placed into my sight. I click open my phone to check the interruption, immediately allowing the brightness to detach the vision from my eyes and shoot pain into them.
After lowering the brightest, my pain levels were still high; I continue to force a squint amongst my expression allowing myself to read the message Kelli had sent to me a minute ago.
Kelli's had to get going message reminds me that we nearly stayed up till four just having random talks and catching up as promised. I had confessed to her about me losing my virginity to a random guy at the bar and she was shocked just as much as I was.
After sending her a quick response, I reach up and place my phone back to where it was last night, hoping I'd still get a least two more hours in of sleep before I fully wake up. I yank my comforter over my head, fearing the rising sun playing a role in my discomforting rouse.
I feel my sleep coming over as light slowly begins to fade before me. My eyes were becoming heavier, and my position was loosening. I was finally able to fall back to sleep after countless morning interruptions.
Before I fall completely unconscious, my phone goes off once more, and my head is thrown into the air colliding it with the shelf above, creating a thud sound. My phone falls onto the pillow next to me, and I let out a low moan, rubbing my head rapidly.
"Shit," I growl to myself as I pull the phone to my view and click on my lamp beside me.
A number I didn't recognize popped up on my screen, earning a massive sigh from me. I'd usually ignore the call and go about my day, but something within-stood up begging me to answer and give the person hell for bothering my sleep.
I took a deep breath and answered, pulling the phone to my ear.
"Hello, who is this?" The words come out drowsier than I intended while silence lingers.
The irritation arises, resulting in many harsh words fleeing my lips, "Listen, I don't know who you are or why the hell you're calling me for the second time this morning, but I'd advise you to stop playing on my phone and get a life before I give you a reason to be fucking silent."
I hadn't even allowed the person on the other line to catch their breath, but I was willing to say everything I had to say before they could explain themselves.
I can hear the other person clear their throat and I open my mouth to start again, but a man's voice speaks up before I get the risk, "Hi, this is Andrew Smith, and I am calling about your position interest here at West Corp. Agency. Sorry, Miss Evans, if now isn't a pleasant time."
I feel the heat against my cheeks as the embarrassment fills my insides, provoking me to expand my mouth and let out a voiceless scream.
I just ruined a rare opportunity at an award-winning job that I was trying to get into for weeks. My mom had suggested this job to me immediately once she saw the ad for it and hoped I'd try to get in.
I didn't take in my mother's information until a couple of months after she died. I'd prepared myself to the fullest before I went for it. To think I wouldn't be accepted was agonizing. I've nearly worked my ass off to be the best fit for this position, and it would be wrecked all because I was yearning for sleep.
I lift my body back up and pull the phone back to my ear, "I'm sorry for my rudeness sir, I'd mistaken you for someone else. Now is a great time" I found myself imposing my professional voice, hoping it'll rebuild my chances.
I can almost hear the smile on his face, and it brought comfort to me, "It's entirely okay I've been through this same situation plenty of times. I know it's a bit sudden, but I was hoping you'd be able to come in for the interview with Mr. West at twelve?"
"Of course I can," I blurt without thought, mentally, face-palming directly after.
"Wonderful to hear. We'll be seeing you soon, Miss Evans," he conveys his final words before ending the call.
I bite my lip anxiously, knowing I've been preparing myself for this specific exchange; I just can't help but feel bewildered by the abrupt schedule. Mr. West will be waiting for me in less than 2 hours, and mentally, this was more than I could handle. I have little to no chances left; what if I fuck up and lose this?
My mind was spinning with questions on how I'd cultivate this interview. Without further thought, I hurried to my bathroom to freshen up.
I was nearly dressed when I caught sight of my reflection. I'd completely turned over; in the last months, this was the best I'd ever looked. The most professional I could get. I had finally styled my thick hair that shifted between a dark and light brown at different times. It always sat boringly brushed just above my shoulders or pinned back; I never really thought to style it since it's been at an awkward length until now; over a few months, it's grown tremendously.
A nude gloss set against my lips as the black dress lengthened to the top of my knees-hugging my body; showing my proper feminine form. I topped it with a black button-up blazer and a simple pair of black heels reflecting once connected with light.
If I'd ever thought to be formal, the last thing on my list would be a dress. I'd instead prefer a suit, but I settled with this since Kelly has been to multiple successful interviews and this is her typical go-to style.
I did one last touching up to myself by adding some diamond earrings given to me as a parting gift from my grandmother. I grabbed ahold of my purse and my phone before guiding myself down the steps towards the door.
"Where are you going? All dressed up. You look like a librarian" I cock my head towards the direction of the voice, and my brother stares back at me with a goofy smirk as he pops a chip into his mouth.
I roll my eyes, adjusting my dress properly on my frame and checking my watch before responding to his oblivious question, "I have an interview in less than an hour, and I have to make it to the bus in time."
"I already mentioned this but I guess that just shows how well you listen to me" I complain eyeballing him and he laughs shaking his head.
"Actually you never said the interview was confirmed. I do listen, idiot," He mocks, rummaging through his pockets then tossing me his keys.
"What's this for?" I question catching them.
"I'm a proud big brother, so you can use my car, just don't crash it." he says, waving me out the door. Ethan never allowed me to use his car, even after receiving my license last year. This was huge; God is undoubtedly on my side today.
I hopped into his car and drove towards the company, hoping there were places on the way and I'd be able to grab something to eat and make it there with time to spare. I can't afford to be late for my first interview with a prominent company.