As I watch the blond secretary type, my nerves start to flare up once more. I raise an eyebrow and scan the space to see that I'm the only brunette present.
Why the hell not? Oh, so that's what Luka meant when he mentioned the blondes. Only blondes are hired by Woods. What a jerk, I say.
There were a number of females seated on chairs holding resumes. I adjusted my clothing and styled my hair as I turned to face the lovely blonde secretary.
Nothing is going here.
I approach her with a strut and project confidence.
I say softly, "Excuse me.
She squints and rolls her eyes. She says monotonously, "Welcome to Woods Enterprises, how can I help you on this fine day?"
Please let me see Mr. Woods.
She gives me a disgusted once-over. "Do you have a meeting?"
I just-" "Well, no, but-"
Then, she continues in a phony joyful voice, "you can see Mr. Woods in about hmm...5 months."
I beg, "I have to see him right away, it's really important."
And I really need a new pair of Loboutins for this month, but we all can't have everything, she muses.
I struggle to contain my wrath and ask, "Are you serious?" "This is important."
And with that, she turns back to working on her goddamn computer, saying, "So are my shoes, now please leave."
Is there any possibility that I will be able to visit him today?
There is just no way you will be visiting Mr. Woods today unless you are a multi-millionaire trying to execute a merger or are applying for a job.
I turn around before shoving my stress ball down her throat after burning holes into the side of her skull with my fiery eyes.
Furiously, I make my way to the elevators, pulling out my phone and quickly calling Nate's number. A blonde gives me a sneer before marching off to her office, and I snarl at her.
I said, "Nate, he isn't available for five months, I'm never going to be able to talk to him," and he replied, "Unless I'm a hot blonde applying for a job or a fucking millionaire."
"Are you truly a quitter that quickly?He chuckles.
"Well, what's a girl to do?"
"Of course, enter and act as if you are a millionaire or an attractive woman asking for a job. Insist on seeing him. When you receive the job, I want to see Victoria and Emily's faces.
"Seriously? Enter there and tell lies until I meet him? Fuck off already. I would be apprehended in an instant, I whispered.
"Do it! Be less of a baby! Go enlist Mr. Sexy Woods' approval. Fake the assurance that big Latino ass of yours exudes while wearing that Balmain gown. He shouted, "Now leave before I storm in and shove you into his god damn office.
After hanging up the phone and sighing, I went back to my office. I entered the elevator after sneaking past the snarky front desk clerk.
Because I thought the most important office was there, I chose the top option. A receptionist was behind her desk when I suddenly found myself on the top floor. I approached yet another attractive girl and attempted to regain my confidence as she locked eyes with me.
Can I assist you?She asked in a stern voice.
I confidently said, "Yes, I have a meeting with Mr. Woods."
"Name, kindly?"
"Isabella Jones," I said in response. She continued to type on her computer before turning to face me again.
She said in a monotone, "Sorry, there's no appointment for a Ms. Jones today.
I raise an eyebrow, "Well, there has to be some sort of error. I'm applying for the receptionist job."
She lifts her finely sculpted eyebrow and asks, "Oh really now?" "I don't think that'll be necessary, you don't quite fit the part. Nice try though," she says with a phony smile.
My arms are crossed across my chest as I ask, "What do you mean by that?"
Let's not get into details, she says with a phony smile. "Please go, I have to get back to work," I said.
I frowned at her and made fists with my hands by my side. Do you know where the restrooms are located?
She rolls her eyes and keeps her gaze fixed on the computer. I said, "Down the hall."
I respond in jest, "Thank you so much for your assistance.
Nate's idea is a sham. I have a personal one.
I made my way down a lengthy hallway, trying to figure out where his office might be. I come to a stop in front of a massive mahogany door, and the notion of him being inside makes my stomach turn. As I peered down the large intimidating doors, I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress.
I held my breath while squeezing my eyes shut and then knocked on the doors.
There was a loud voice saying, "Come in." As I fixed my wide-eyed gaze on the door, my stomach sank. Before striding into the room, I inhaled deeply, threw my shoulders back, and tossed my hair over my shoulder.
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