Myria POV
I'm in front of the ice cream shop where I'm meeting Alba. I plan to stay hidden here until she gets tired of waiting for me and leaves because she thinks I've stood her up. Once she gets up, I'll approach her with a smile and let her watch for a while how I've dressed up for her. My hair is freshly ironed, I've put on my make-up, and I've worn my best-fitting flirty trousers. I don't like to sound arrogant, but I know the effect I cause on women, and she certainly isn't an exception.
After that I'm going to make her feel as bad as Elena felt.
Alba arrived five minutes early and sat at a table on the terrace. I'm not going to deny that she's pretty, she's really very pretty. Petite, with brown hair and cat-like eyes. She was wearing a short black dress with a white collar. It suited her quite well. If she wasn't such an idiot I might even consider meeting her and getting to know her, and who knows.
'But she's a total ass.'
She glanced at her watch several times, I'm sure she's beginning to think I'm standing her up. The waiter has come over to serve her and she's ordered a coffee and smiled politely at him. She has been sitting there for 25 minutes. At 30 she gives up and gets up.
'Time to go in.'
I cross the street and approach the table.
MYRIA: Hey, hi. -I paint my best smile. My smile is my weapon, girls love it.
She looks at me amazed.
'Okay, okay, she is prettier up close. It's the eyes, they're... wow.'
She smiles.
ALBA: Hey, I thought you stood me up.
I laughed cockily and sat down in front of her, she was still standing.
MYRIA: So, do you get stood up a lot?
ALBA: Not really, but since we were supposed to meet half an hour ago...
MYRIA: That's right, sorry, I was doing things and I got distracted.
She looked at me thoughtfully, with deep eyes. Then she sat down.
MYRIA: So, have you been waiting for a long time?
ALBA: No, don't worry about it, I've been entertained.
'Yeah, you were really entertained.' I laughed to myself.
MYRIA: You're a lot shorter than you looked in the picture.
She looks at me sweetly. She has a very intense, feline look, and I love cats.
'Myria, focus.'
ALBA: You're actually taller than I thought you'd be, too. -She smiles at me.
MYRIA: No, really. You're like a midget or something, aren't you?
ALBA: Excuse me?
MYRIA: It's just that you're deceiving in your picture. I was expecting a normal girl and you're a dwarf, and weird. I don't know what word to use, actually... -I looked like I was searching for the perfect word- Yes, weird.
ALBA: I don't know what you're talking about, my height is normal, and I don't think my picture is misleading at all. What do you mean, weird?
MYRIA: Yes it is, very. Misleading, I mean. And well, normal height... -I rolled my eyes.
I could see in her eyes that she was getting angry, she was sparking. She is so expressive and just by looking at her I can tell what she is thinking. Right now she's trying to hold back the urge to tell me to go fuck myself. I don't understand why she's holding back, with Elena she had no qualms about getting cocky.
MYRIA: Anyway. I thought you were a normal girl, I wanted to invite you to an ice cream, talk to you for a while, make a few jokes and then have sex with you, but you've really cut me off in person, to be honest.
ALBA: To have sex with me? Excuse me? Did I tell you I wanted to have sex with you?
'Bingo, we're starting to press the right buttons.'
I smile cockily.
MYRIA: I mean, you didn't tell me, you don't just say that. But come on, it was obvious.
ALBA: Obvious? I wasn't planning on having sex with you, who do you think I am?
MYRIA: I don't know, you seemed pretty desperate when we talked on the app. That I'm lonely, that I want to meet someone...
ALBA: I want to meet someone. And I'm not lonely, I'm single, it's different.
MYRIA: Well, I can understand why you are. -I laughed mockingly.
ALBA: You don't know anything about me.
She got up and started to leave.
MYRIA: Hey, come on, don't leave. I can still do you a favour if you want, I really don't mind.
She looked at me haughtily, harshly. I felt like his eyes were going to pierce me. All the intensity of his anger was concentrated in those eyes that were staring at me. It was like Superman shooting lightning bolts. It made me nervous, I gulped.
'Just one last push.'
MYRIA: I can make an effort and sleep with you and you'll get a kick out of it.
ALBA: Fuck you.
She left.
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That night I went out partying with Elena in Chueca. It was going to be a girls' night out because I need to clear my head and unwind from all the job hunting and frustration, but Arancha and Noelia couldn't make it because they had gone to a spa for the weekend (I hate them for not inviting me). Well, I didn't really care too much because I had to tell Elena the good news. I had revenged her. We were a few drinks in when I brought it up.
MYRIA: By the way Elena, do you remember that bitch who made you cry?
ELENA: Huh? -She looked at me curiously.
MYRIA: The girl from the app, Alba.
ELENA: Oh, Alba. Yeah, I spoke to her this afternoon, she apologized.
'What?'
MYRIA: She apologized to you?
ELENA: Yeah. Apparently she'd been going on a few really messed up dates and when I showed up she kind of took it out on me.
MYRIA: But did you forgive her? She made you cry.
ELENA: It was a misunderstanding. I cheated on her and at some point someone had to put me in my place. For me it was normal, but it really wasn't. She's a good girl, I was talking to her, she told me she'd been feeling bad for weeks and looking for me to apologize and I also apologized for cheating on her.
'For fuck's sake, Elena.'
MYRIA: But...
Elena looked at me.
ELENA: Why are you asking?
I told her everything. How I'd been looking for Alba since the day she came crying and gained her trust, and the date we'd had, of course. Elena looked at me with wide eyes.
ELENA: But Myria, are you dumb?
I blushed, actually, telling it step by step like that, I do look pretty dumb.
MYRIA: She made you cry, and she made you think you weren't enough, and I was angry about that.
ELENA: But you don't have to do anything. You just had to talk to me and if I felt bad, support me, but you didn't have to be a vigilante and you didn't have to say anything to her. We're not 12 years old, Myria, you don't have to save me from everybody else.
MYRIA: But she had no right to say anything to you that would make you feel bad, it's not fair.
ELENA: And I had no right to cheat on her, and I did. So what? That's my mistake, not yours, why do you have to go after her?
I sighed, I didn't know what else to say, I can't justify it. I decided to drop the subject and keep drinking, now I really need to disconnect from everything in general.
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The following week I continued sending out curriculum, I put the Alba issue to one side, I didn't want to think about it anymore. Did I screw it up? Yes, I screwed up. Can I fix it? No, so that's it. I deleted my profile and let the whole thing cool down, the positive side was that I didn't have to see her again, so it was all good.
Arancha and Noelia came back from the spa and made everyone envious. When I get a job, I'm going to spend every weekend at the spa or somewhere else, wasting my salary like crazy. That week I was very happy with my friends, but I was always worried about not finding a job. I felt bad about everything I already owed Elena. She doesn't ask me for anything, she doesn't complain, and she always says that her money belongs to both of us. But it's not like that. She has her job and I have no right to live off it.
'What if I become a streamer? I just have to eat in front of the cam'.
'I can't, it makes me too cringe'.
On Wednesday all my prayers seemed to have been answered. I got a call for a job interview. They had seen my CV and liked me. Apparently I was just what they were looking for, they needed new people for a large scale marketing project. I can't believe it, finally, a job of my own. I can't fail, I need the interview to be perfect, I need that job. I'm jumping up and down in my room.
Friday I will have my job interview at Hevia Company.
Myria POV
It's been a week since my interview at Hevia Company. The guy who interviewed me, Javier, was very nice and I think I gave him a good impression. He seemed quite interested, he had studied at the same university as me and the recommendation letter I had from JYP had caught his attention. I explained to him some of the ideas I had developed during my degree, and the projects I had worked on as an apprentice. He said he liked the way I think and seemed satisfied with the answers I was giving to all the questions he asked me. I think the interview went well, but they don't call me back and I'm very nervous.
When we said goodbye he explained that they would call me over the next two weeks if I was selected, and he winked at me as I left. I took it as a victory, but a week has gone by, there are only 7 more days left and I don't know anything, and I don't know what to do, I keep looking at my phone in case I don't have reception and I'm missing the call. I need to get some fresh air.
Two weeks after the interview, I finally got the call from Javier. I had been hired. I was starting on Monday and I would be working directly for Miss Hevia, the marketing department director, the daughter of the owner and heiress of Hevia Company. I couldn't believe it. This calls for a celebration.
That weekend, Elena, Arancha, Noelia and I went out partying in Chueca. There wasn't a single bar we didn't dance in, a single liquor we didn't drink, or a single girl who didn't have a crush on us. That night we all succeeded and we all took home a date. Well, Elena didn't want to sleep with the girl she was making out with, but she succeeded in her own way because she bought half a kilo of fried chicken, which is what triggers her oxytocin. What did surprise me was Arancha and Noelia, I was convinced they were secretly hooking up.