Allison returned home after the day got dark and was pretty exhausted. First day of work was no joke.
"I'm home." She announced. "Where are you?" She called out to Eliza.
"In the kitchen." Eliza responded and Allison dropped her bag on the chair and went straight to the kitchen. "How was work?" Eliza asked as she stirred the stew.
"Boring and exhausting." Allison walked to the dining table.
"Really?"
"Yeah. It was all boring talk about dos and don'ts of the company before we got ourselves into unnecessary trouble. It's employment week so they can't start any important stuff till all the staff are employed." Allison explained.
"Hm, didn't they ask if you were experienced or not?"
"No. But why'd you ask? It's not like I have experience or anything." Allison said. "I'm a little ol country bumpkin where they are." She added and they both laughed.
"Sure." Eliza set the stew on the table and sat down to eat. She raised her glass of juice and so did Allison. "Let's make a toast."
"Wouldn't this be done after you get the job?" Allison asked.
"What? Do you think they'll be able to resist 'this'..." Referring to her face and perfect figure. "Once I show it to them?"
Allison laughed.
"Haha, you're right." They clinked their glasses together. "Cheers to your soon to be job."
The next morning, while Allison was still asleep, Eliza got up to get ready for the day.
By the time Allison woke up, the figure standing in front of her and the body size mirror was familiar yet at the same time, unfamiliar.
She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to clearly make out what she was seeing.
It was Eliza, standing in front of the mirror with a nice fitting dress. Then, she sighed.
Allison couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.
A shocked Eliza turned to her. She was laughing so hysterically.
"Hey, when did you wake up?"
"Oh, just now." Allison said, stopping her laughter.
"May I know why you're laughing?"
"Oh no. I just thought you looked really sexy and remembered when you said you were never going to wear this. Even yesterday." She laughed and Eliza sighed before turning back to face the mirror.
"Ah, don't you think this is too much though?" She asked.
"You look fine. They are gonna blow up once they see you." Allison said and Eliza flinched.
"They? Who are 'they'?"
"The interviewers of course." Allison said.
"Oh." Eliza exclaimed. 'For a moment, I thought she was talking about the F4. Then again, she doesn't know how I met them and did 'that' to them.' she thought and shook her head. 'Lets not think about them.'
"I'll go take a bath." Allison said and finally got down from the bed.
"Okay. I already prepared breakfast so come down when you're done." Eliza said and watched Allison go down to the bathroom.
Once she was gone, Eliza turned back to the mirror and took one more look at herself.
She wore a white short sleeve blouse, a tight black knee length skirt and a pair of fairly high heels. She powdered her face a bit, drew eyeliners and applied red lipstick on her lips.
It was like she was going to an office interview but this type of dressing was also accepted when you work for such a big empire.
The outfit really complemented her brown wavy hair and hazel brown eyes. There was no way the interviewers would look past her this time.
After eating breakfast, they took a cab to Ze Ztar and there, Eliza felt a bit shaken. She was already getting naughty stares while waiting for a cab so to imagine the reaction of the people in the company... she shook her head.
"Are you nervous?" Allison asked and she nodded.
"Yeah."
"You've been in there like two times already. Why are you still nervous?"
"Allison, stop trying to tease me." Eliza said through her teeth and Allison laughed. "But I was thinking, what if I also get rejected even after putting in this effort?"
"What? There's no way that's possible." Allison said. "People are always blinded by beauty." She said but Eliza still looked unsure so she took charge of things. "Okay, armour up, we're going in."
Allison practically dragged her into the building and gave her a thumbs up before abandoning her to her own division.
Good to know that when the interviewers saw Eliza, they were frozen still by astonishment. They even thought she entered the wrong floor since model candidates were on the other floor.
"Oh no, I'm not a model candidate." She said, "I'm a designer." She flashed a smile but that was too hard to believe. She was too much for a simple designer.
"Are... Are you sure? With such a perfect figure and peerless face, you've got to be a model."
"Maybe not this time." She said and once again smiled, almost blinding their eyes with her perfect set of white teeth. "I'll just stick to designing."
They were silent for a while but regained themselves and directed her to the fifth floor to immediately sign the contract.
While she was leaving, they couldn't help but admire her figure. Her cups that looked like they were size D, her extremely slim waist that looked like they'd snap any moment and her long legs, so smooth and tempting to touch.
Her smile was even more deadly. Such a girl... There was no way she'd walk down the halls and go unnoticed by the staff.
There was no way she'd walk down the halls and go unnoticed by the F4.