It was really hard to calm my nerves but I gathered all the courage and went inside the office. The interior of the office has a very classic style with a touch of hi-tech, the shades of brown give it a nice comfy yet traditional look.
I am standing near the door when the lady introduced me to the boss, her exact words were; 'Sir Andrea, Miss Laura Crawford is here for the interview.'
I looked at the man standing behind his desk, dark brown medium-wave hair, one strand of hair covering his hazel deep almond eyes. He's the first handsome-looking man I've seen ever since I arrived in Manhattan.
He's wearing a casual black polo shirt with dark blue denim jeans, not the office look I was imagining. No suit or tie as if he didn't have the time to dress up or simply didn't want to.
He's holding a folder in one hand and turning pages with the other one. He seems so invested in those papers that he hasn't looked up at me yet.
I imagined the CEO to be a little older like in his 40s or something but he's quite young, assuming he's the same age as I am.
As I was lost in my thoughts about him he looked up at me with his beautiful hazel-colored eyes still holding the folder. His face is expressionless though he is looking at me but his mind is elsewhere.
"thank you miss green and please prepare the documents before my 4:30 meeting today." Said Andrea to the assistant. She nodded in agreement with a smile and went outside closing the office door behind her.
"Miss Laura please have a seat," said Andrea
"Thank you Sir" I responded.
"let's see. I've read your resume and quite honestly you are an interesting candidate" said Andrea.
Hearing that made me feel somewhat more at ease, but it also got me wondering if he was just being polite or if he actually sees potential in me. He appears to be interested in my work. I've even won international design awards, so it's tough not to notice.
I've had a good reputation at my prior job, something that makes me an attractive fit. Everything was going great with the interview, I gave all the answers competently, well the number of firms and companies I've changed, I'm quite an expert at it by now, everything was working smoothly until his next question.
"One last question, Miss Laura. I've noticed that you've worked for a variety of companies in different cities over the last three years. "You haven't worked anywhere in over 6 months, and it worries me that you'll act similarly here Andrea said.
Looking into his eyes, I froze at the question. What am I supposed to say in this situation? I wasn't prepared to answer this question. If I tell him about my condition, he might think I'm insane and unfit for the job. This question put me in a difficult position.
"It's... I-I Um" I tried to say it honestly, but my words stuttered; he has a contemplative expression on his face as if he is analyzing the situation. He leans back in his chair and places one hand on the table, leaving the other in his lap. He notices that I'm having difficulty finding the right words right now. He looks at me for a moment before standing up and moving towards the table behind his chair. He took a glass and poured some water into it from a bottle that was on the back table. He gradually walks towards me and gives me the glass.
I smiled as I took the glass from him and took a sip. He's leaning against the desk next to me, arms crossed, staring down at me.
"You know it's completely normal to be nervous," Andrea says calmly and soothingly. He turns to face me after looking at the wall clock in his office.
"Well, I guess it's time to call it a day." I have an important meeting that requires me to be somewhere. Thank you for visiting today; we will call or email you in a day or two with further information."
"Thank you for having me here; I'm excited about this job," I said quietly but confidently. I wasn't sure if he'll even consider me fit for this position. I get up and walk out of the office.
..............
On my way back home, I received a phone call. Taylor, my best friend, Yes, having more than one best friend is perfectly acceptable. Taylor has been in my life for about 5 years and she is extremely wealthy. Her mother is a well-known actress, and her father is a wealthy lawyer. He handles all celebrity cases. Taylor is a foodie, so her dream was to own her own restaurant; now, she not only owns the largest restaurant chain in Manhattan, but she also has her own cosmetic line. Isn't it awesome?
I turned down the music in my car while searching for my air pods with one hand and driving with the other. I inserted the earpiece into my left ear and took the call, which went something like this:
Laura: "Hey Tay. What's up?"
Taylor: "Girl where are you?"
Laura: "On my way home"
Taylor: "What about the interview? How did it go?"
Laura: "Umm I'm not quite sure but I'm positive"
Taylor: "You will get it, girl! My seventh sense is tingling. Anyways, we're going to the club tonight and you must come!"
The seventh sense is her way of saying that something good will happen.
Laura: "I'm seriously not in the mood for clubbing"
Taylor: "Even more reason to come. Let out your steam, worries, and sorrow, let's get wasted tonight!"
Laura: "But.."
Taylor: "I'm not hearing any more buts, I'll send you the details. Tonight, 9:00 pm sharp"
The phone call ended and I was still in a state of confusion about whether I should go or not, perhaps it would be okay to let myself loose tonight, hell even get laid.
I arrived at the club at 9:00 p.m. in my short seductive but not overly seductive dress. It's a purple Halter Tied Waist Scallop Dress with a jacket and leather grey Cut Out Sci-Fi Boots. The dress provides ample cleavage. I went inside the club, but I couldn't find Irene or Taylor. A tall hulk-looking guard approached me and requested that I accompany him to the VIP section. Of course, the privileged are always in the VIP section. I followed him to the VIP table and discovered them.
We were laughing, talking, and drinking the most expensive champagne available. Irene was laughing and sitting in the corner of the table as Taylor did a strip dance with two hot Danish men. When I looked to my right, I noticed a handsome man entering the VIP section.
He has a square chiseled shaved face with sparkling brown pale deepest eyes. He has a perfectly toned physique and cluttered naturally curly hair. His gaze met mine, and he smiled flirtatiously.
It made my heart beat more rapidly. I just fantasized about kissing him right there. I can tell something is going to happen because of his body language. He desires me as well.