I got this. Just deep breaths and I'll be fine. I mean he's not that bad, is he?
I silently prep myself while waiting for my appointment with the owner of 'Cades Inc', it's kind of a big deal for me or anybody else but not because this is one of the most successful businesses in the world or because he has other chains of businesses that are almost as successful or maybe because he can easily ruin anybody's life with a snap of his finger, oh no, he's most ruthless, most powerful, most vile man but that's not what makes me want to kill him. It's the fact that he doesn't hi-
"Miss Moran" a young corporate looking man said making me jerk from my thoughts. I get up immediately.
I feel so out of place with the skirt and blouse I'm wearing. But I mean who wouldn't, if you're the only girl in the whole bloody building and you want to apply for a job.
Oy, why do I do the stupidest things?
Beats me, I'm just your subconscious.
Oh shut up!
"Mr. Cades will see you now"
I nod and he starts leading me somewhere which i suppose is Mr. Cades' office. When we arrive, he gestures for me to go in and i give a small smile in appreciation. Here goes nothing.
I enter the office and it's..err..let's just say it's wow. Literally wow. It is a beautiful place. Everything is white. The floor is white, the carpet is white, the couch is white, all the office chairs are white, the shelf is white. You wouldn't guess he wore- white... I'm just messing around, he wore black. Thank God.
With all that white I'm wondering why I hadn't gone blind.
What brought out the beauty of all the white mumbo jumbo was the natural light that shone through the huge glass window he was looking out from. I pity all those poor people he was looking down on. What they did to deserve it, I would never know.
I'm pretty sure I've stood frozen in a spot for five minutes just admiring the office but he didn't seem to notice i was in the room so i went closer to the table separating us and cleared my throat
"Good day sir I'm-"
"Shut up" He said in a deep voice cutting me off.
"You don't speak unless I ask you to" he completed and took a seat also gesturing me to take a seat. My body immediately complied which I found weird. Normally I would make a snarky comment and lecture him about being rude to strangers but all the words were jumbled up in my brain. He was mind controlling me. I was almost sure of it.
He was like a statue, so stiff. I thought that if he moved he would immediately break. He didn't have the happiest look on his face or any happy look at all. But he was dangerously stunning even with his hard face. His lips looked pink and full. His eyes were like the stormy ocean, terrifying and deep. You could get lost in it for years. His properly sculpted body that made me wonder if he was actually a statue, he'd be one hell of an expensive statue.
"Good, I can see you're a fast learner. Let's get this over with shall we?" he said still holding my gaze with no expression in his eyes
"You're resumé please"
I quickly searched through the folder I was holding for my resumé and quickly handed it to him. He looked through it with occasional nods here and there but still that hard expression. Soon he looked up at me and rested his hand on the table.
"Why did you leave your old job?" he suddenly asked. Well i guess this is the interview part
"They closed due to bankruptcy and had to let their employees go" I said, finally getting my voice back and sounding as professional as I could. I think I nailed it.
"Hmm. Why do you think I should give you this job? I " He said still holding my gaze
Is this a trick question because I'm pretty sure all my qualifications are in my resume.
"Well I gave you my resumé, didn't I"
His eyes immediately darkened. More than it already was. I know right! But with Mr Cades anything is possible
"Witty comments will get you thrown out of my office"
"Fine" I search my mind for things to say
"I'm smart, hardworking, I can multitask.." I name a few of my strong point and saved my strongest point for last
"....and I do believe I can handle you" I say with a satisfactory smile
"Handle me" He said rather than asked but I chose to answer with a nod
"Elaborate"
"With all due respect, I don't see a lot of people rushing to be your personal assistant. I mean you pay well but you're not the easiest to work with or so I've heard and while we're on the topic of handling things don't you think this place is a little bit errr...what's the word...white?"
Silence...that's all I get for helping him.
"No? Nothing....okay"
"Miss Moran?" He finally said
"Yes sir?"
"Shut up"
"Of course sir"
"Look, I don't need someone who would run away crying because they broke a nail, or because the workload is too much. I need someone strong, someone-"
"Like a man?" I cut him off. The gall of this man, to think I'm not good enough for this measly job that pays better than all the jobs I've had combined....well damn!
"I'm sure I can handle more work than fifty percent of your illiterate workers and carry on more workload than they can"
I saw his hand twitch. Then there was silence. Uncomfortable silence. Silence that would make other people crawl out of their skin, but not me.
I clear my throat and get up "Okay then. I'll err.. see you Monday?"
He quickly looked at me with a more dangerous expression but I stood there with a stupid smirk thinking I got the job. Suddenly, he looks me up and down, not in the way men look at women because they want them in bed. Oh no, not this statue.
"I don't like you" he said finally "There's something about you....maybe it's the hair"
Or maybe it's the fact that I'm a woman that wants to work
I could give a flying monkey's ass what anyone thinks of me especially this man but given he's my pain in the ass boss and making it a requirement for my employment, I realize I'm in deep shit.
"Yes, it's the hair" He continues
"My hair doesn't have anything to do with my efficiency of work" I retort
"But it'll affect mine, given that I have to look at you. Cut it or forget the job"
I wanted to stab him so they'll finally take him to the museum to stay with his statue buddies. One thing I can't do is cut my hair. After all the energy and time and money spent in maintaining it, just for this chauvinistic bastard to tell me to cut it. I just want to kick him in his stiff behind.
"You're cruel, just cruel" I said trying to remain ladylike
"Good to know Miss Moran. Now we're done with the compliments you can leave"
I stood there for some time trying to gather my thoughts before I finally turned my back to exit his office. I began conjuring ways to kill him without people knowing.
"Oh and Miss Moran, see you Monday"
I stomped out of his office wanting to shout. He doesn't think I'll be able to do it. He thinks I'm just a silly girl who thinks of her hair and clothes and all that other crap. He's trying to get rid of me. Well I'll show him alright, he won't see this one coming.
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"So how was it?" My cheerful best friend/roommate, Marie, said sitting beside me on our sofa with her happy big blue eyes. She was extremely beautiful and kind hearted. She always caught the attention of the male species. She had blonde hair and a beautiful slender figure while I had... well let's just say my behind was generous. I've known her for since I could remember and I've never regretted it.
"Well I...um..it was very...err" I couldn't find one good thing about today to the girl with the hopeful eyes staring up at me "Let's just say I got the job" I shrug. Well it's kind of true, except for the little tweak that involves some of my hair going.
"That's great isn't it" She said with her light voice clearly more excited than I am "Am I missing something? You don't seem very happy" she said with eyes turning to worry.
"It is" I say, which actually isn't a lie. I mean, I proved a point and got the job and it pays well too.
"Then what's the matter?" she asks
"It's just...he wants me to cut my hair" It hurts every time I say it
"What?! That doesn't even make sense, I mean why?" she said
"My exact reaction, that-that duffer..." After about three minutes of saying some unladylike words and Marie trying to calm me down I finally let out a sigh. Talking about him makes me want to punch something.
"Maybe I'm over exaggerating, I mean it's just hair. Right?" I look to Marie for some approval but she opened her beautiful mouth to say something else
"Remember that one time we went to the hair salon to 'try something new'" she began.
I already know where this story is headed
"Yeah?" I reply plainly
"Okay so you remember when we cut away your split ends and what did you do after" she asked and I didn't even get a chance to reply
"I'll tell you what you did, you cried...for two days straight. And you didn't even cry when you broke your knee and they had to force it back in place or when you were riding your bicycle and you mistakenly ran that dog over...Rest in Peace puppy" she said with sadness in her voice. She was actually about to cry for a damn dog.
"Jesus Marie, the dog died two years ago" I said hugging her. She's insane, and now I'm fully aware.
"..or that one time you almost went to jail and-" she tried to continue
"I get it! I get it!" I say covering my face with a throw pillow
I admit it, I love my hair more than anything else but who doesn't. It brings out my beauty I believe. Anyways, I still have the weekend, a whole two days to decide and till then I just want everything about today to be put to a corner in a box, and six feet under including Mr Cades but fitting his big stony head into a box is a lot of work so I'll have to manage.
"Look, enough about me Marie, how was your day?"
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