My phone didn't ever ring. I just had it as a means of killing off my loneliness at times.
But someone was actually calling me now?
Excitement sent me running up immediately, forgetting about all the aches in my body.
"Does anyone even have my number?" I continued to blabber until I got inside my room and picked the phone up on my bed.
I checked the screen and saw that there was no caller ID too.
Someone probably mixed up the digits they were intending on dialing, I decided before clicking the pick-up button on the screen.
"Hello?" I mused and the reply from the other end came simultaneously with mine.
"Hello. Am I onto Ms. Dale?" Came the voice from the other end.
Oh.
This was one hell of a shock. Whoever called didn't dial the wrong digits. They indeed wanted to speak to me.
Trying to catch my voice, "Urgh— yes— yes, you are onto her." I stammered.
The professional yet sweet voice announced the sweetest news I'd ever heard to me.
"We are calling from Zentury Debut Modelling Agency. We saw your application for the open posts in our company online and are quite impressed by your resume. We would like to invite you over for a physical interview tomorrow, Ms. Dale."
I didn't know if I was to rejoice or not.
Okay, this sounded like the best news I've ever heard to me because it just confirmed that my resume was worth the post of a designer in such a big firm.
So definitely, I was right all these while.
Those companies that rejected me did so because of my looks and appearance.
Those bloody things!
However, I had no idea how the interview would turn up with this company too since I wasn't done just yet with my beauty transformation.
Regardless, I've gone through something, and is definitely looking quite a lot more presentable than before. Not to mention my glasses would be gone by morning.
"Hello? Ms. Dale?" The voice called since I was already taking all the time in the world to reply.
Quickly, I snapped out of my trance.
"Ah— yes. Thank you very much. I will be there but by what time ma'am?" I inquired, trying to sound as professional as I could also be.
"The company opens by 8:00 AM ma'am. Being punctual might impress the interviewers too."
"Alright! I will be there before 8:00 AM then!" I gingerly chanted, hoping I would be able to live up to my promise.
Well, my alarm clock was there to wake me up though.
"Alright, goodbye, Ms. Dale. We will be expecting you tomorrow." She finalized and before I could reply, three beeps from the phone sent my words back to my mouth.
She had hanged up.
Immediately after the call ended, I stood transfixed in a spot wondering if this was going to be a big turnaround in my life.
I rushed under my bed and brought out my broken mirror. With the remaining shards, I scrutinized my body and confirmed that I had indeed gotten slimed down and the difference was obvious too.
The only problem was my battered face and body. For my body— I could wear long pants and shirts to conceal the bruises and blemishes but my face...
Yikes— my left cheek was swollen and I had a swollen patch under my eyes too.
How was I supposed to go on an interview with such a face?
It was enough that I was ugly but now I looked nothing lesser than a monster.
I could not afford to lose such an opportunity but what was I supposed to do?
Even if I treated the wounds and place ice patches on the swollen parts, I wasn't sure it'd work fast enough to reduce the swellings at all.
It was tomorrow. Hell— what was I supposed to do?
System.
The system should be able to help. It was the one that prompted me into discovering about the job vacancy at the Zentury Modeling Agency. I knew for sure that it had a plan that it wasn't letting me in on.
It wouldn't want its plans to be ruined by my face so, it would be worth the try to ask for its help.
"System?" I called immediately.
There was no reply.
I didn't think it replies to my summons. It only replies to commands so, "Is there a pack to purchase that can heal my bruises and swollen face?" I asked.
At least, since I was already ugly as it was, I shouldn't have to take my monster face to ruin such an opportunity.
If the system could heal my swollen face, I would apply some makeup on it to conceal all the freckles and a bit of my ugliness.
Although, I was having doubts that the makeup products wouldn't have expired as they belonged to my late mother.
May she continue to rest in peace with my dad.
No one would know if I had expired makeup on my face, would they?
[A beauty system only possesses beauty packs.]
[ Beauty system is not a medical system!]
The system replied to me and it irritated me down to every spine in my body.
I had no idea if it was its sarcasm of pointing out it wasn't a medical system or the cheerful way in which it proclaimed it.
The system seemed to have a programmed cheerful robotic voice which wasn't suitable in such a situation.
I was about to give up on this job after the system's declaration when I decided to push on a little further.
"Well, I can't get into the Zentury company with such a battered face. My interview is scheduled for tomorrow but see how I look!" I squeaked out in frustration.
I was going to go sit on my messy bed which I again promised myself to clear off later when the system dinged.
[Locating nearby medical systems<>]
What?
It could do that?