Chapter 3

　　BRIANNA

　　"Well, it doesn't hurt to try. Thanks for the info, Cherry," I stated, thanking her.

　　"No problem." She spoke. "Now stop whatever you're doing because the interview starts at 8:30 a.m., and this is 7:45. You should run along now."

　　"Yes, mummy," I replied with a chuckle.

　　"I'll send the address to you now. Get ready!" she said and hung up.

　　About a minute later, my phone rang, and I saw she had sent the address.

　　I jumped off the kitchen counter where I had been sitting and ran to the room. I saw Marie had already gotten dressed and was about to head downstairs for breakfast.

　　"Where are you rushing to?" she asked as I glided to the bathroom.

　　"I want to take my bath. I'm almost running late for work," I replied.

　　"Oh, okay. I'll be going to school immediately after eating, so bye!" she called out, and I heard her walk out of the room.

　　I took my bath and came out of the bathroom. Next, I went to the wardrobe and rummaged through it for a suitable dress for the interview. I found a manageable black pencil skirt and a white polka-dot shirt that went along with it. They had some wrinkles, so I ironed them out with urgency.

　　After dressing up, I brushed my hair and applied lip gloss. Then, I went to where I kept my shoes to see a flat black shoe that went well with my dress. I didn't even remember buying the boots.

　　I looked at myself in the mirror and nodded when I felt satisfied with my appearance. When I finished dressing up, I took out my credentials from where I kept them. Then I put them in my bag alongside my phone and a few dollar notes.

　　I checked the time. I was almost late. So, I ran down the stairs to the living room. I saw Mom eating in the kitchen. I told her I was leaving and didn't wait for her reply before leaving the house.

　　I went outside and took a cab to the address Cherry sent me. A few minutes later, we arrived. I got out of the cab and paid the driver.

　　In front of me stood a tall, glamorous building with glass making almost every part. I walked into the building and went straight to the receptionist's desk.

　　"Good morning, Miss." I offered a warm smile to the beautiful lady behind the receptionist's desk.

　　"Good morning; how may I help you?" she asked, looking away from the computer in front of her to look at me.

　　"I came across an ad for a personal assistant post, and I'm here for the interview," I responded, my smile not wavering.

　　"Oh, alright. Take the elevator to the 4th floor, and when you step out of it, turn to your left and go to the first office you see. That's where the interview is being held." She replied in a professional manner. I thanked her and walked to the elevator. I pressed the button to the 4th floor, and the doors slid closed. It started moving, and I waited calmly for it to reach the 4th floor.

　　The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open when it got to the 4th floor. I stepped out of it and headed to where the receptionist told me to go. I arrived and was shocked to see the crowd waiting outside the office for the interview. I found a place to sit and planted my butt in the chair. It seemed I was going to be there for a while.

　　I sat for about fifteen minutes before I was finally called upon. I got up, straightened my clothes, and walked into the office.

　　I was dumbfounded by what I saw when I stepped into the room. The man who fired me yesterday sat in a swivel chair behind a mahogany desk. He sat majestically and pressed his phone like he didn't have a care in the world. He was so engrossed in whatever he was doing on his phone that he didn't notice that someone had come in.

　　He finally looked up after some minutes, and my breath somehow got caught in my throat. I forgot how to breathe for a moment and stared at him like a fool. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering over his physique.

　　He had dirty blonde hair, bushy eyebrows, and hazel eyes with grey flecks. He had a pointed nose, small pink lips that looked kissable, and a neat beard. I didn't have the time to check him out yesterday because of his display of assholery.

　　"Are you done checking me out?" he asked, a smug look on his face. The moment he asked that question, I snapped out of my daze. His eyes raked all over my body, and my body warmed under his intense gaze. I cleared my throat, and he instantly looked up at my face, his eyes growing wide when he saw me.

　　"You!" he shouted. A look of familiarity crossed his features, and then anger completely took over.

　　"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" I asked in pretence.

　　"You are so bad at pretending. Drop the act. Are you not the crazy bitch that kicked my dick yesterday?" he quizzed, looking like he would descend on me any moment now.

　　"No, I'm not. I don't know what you're talking about," I responded, feigning innocence.

　　"Oh, cut it out. Who are you deceiving?" he said with a scoff as he rolled his eyes.

　　"Fine… I'm the one," I admitted in defeat.

　　"Ha! I knew it was you," he exclaimed, a look of triumph on his face.

　　"Whatever. You got me fired, remember? I snapped at him, and he rolled his eyes as if he had grown fed up with hearing my voice.

　　"And I will do it again and again without getting tired." He said, and I bit my tongue, trying to keep my response to myself.

　　He spoke up again when he saw that I wouldn't talk back.

　　"What are you doing here anyway?" he asked, waving off the earlier topic.

　　"I'm here for the interview. I just wasn't prepared to meet an asshole here," I stated, damning all consequences. "By the way, where is the interviewer?"

　　"Isn't it obvious? I am the interviewer and the CEO of this remarkable industry." He spoke with his shoulders squared, resembling an arrogant peacock.