4 Part_4 The interview

I woke up by unusual pounding on my head, It felt like my heart had dislocated to my head. As I opened my eyes my beautiful plant arrangement in the front of my bed came in to my view. They looked beautiful as always. As I tried to got up from my bed my head started to spin and I ended up on the same spot I got up in bed.

once I saw down I was wearing my comfty giant T shirt which I had bought from man's section from street market. I always loved to shop there not just because that I was broke but why shouldn't I when one can buy a great clothes still in very cheap prize, some clothes even comes with a prize tag from a companies like Zara and H&M. Honestly man's clothes especially their T shirts will be girl's dream who prefers comfort.

I don't remember why the wearing it.....the incidents of yesterday night started to fill my memories....oh.....my.....gosh.....I was kidnapped..!

Then why am I here right now? My head felt like it was going to burst on any moment now...OH..GOD...!

(Jasmine rushed into my room with a bed hair and still in a lingerie with a panic expression filled with concern)

"What happened? Why are you screaming at 6:00 in the morning?"

"I don't know, my head hurts like a bitch!''

"Calm down, I 'll be here in a moment..just take long deep breaths....okay"

(after some moment she came up with a tablet I assume It has to be Tylenol. She handed me the tablet with a glass of water. With out saying or asking I drowned that tablet down my throat )

"Now tell me what happened? I thought you hated alcohol."

"I still do, I didn't drink alcohol. A man kidnapped me yesterday."

( Obviously I wasn't going to tell her about that drunk guy that I injured him in my self defence even when I wasn't sure myself )

(Fredrico : It wasn't a self defence, It was a magic of my adrenaline. I always make sure of my loads , what will you do with out me....huh...)

( She started to laugh)"Yea, sure...."

"No, I am telling you the truth... a real 100 caret truth..."

"Okay you were kidnapped then why are you here? which kidnapper leave their assets at their home? hmm....you look healthy to me other than the head ache without no signs of any injury...."

"That's a thing I don't understand that why am I here? how did I get in here..."

(Jasmine said inspecting my head)" I think you hit your head in your way back home.... ofcourse you can come home.... everyone of us has a spare key cause will live here....when we came back at 3: 00a.m. you were here sleeing peacefully."

"I don't remember any of that.....this thing hasn't happened to me before."

(Tylenol was showing it's action but ache and pounding were still there)

"You are showing all the symptoms of hangover..."

(I kept my mouth shut anyway she will not believe me and I had started to think that way ..Was I hallucinating? I was have been creative when it comes to dream but whatever but I have a very important interview and I was saving some energy for the interview)

As the pain relieved I fell asleep again

I woke up with my alarm ringing like a crazy, I snoozed it off and again went to sleep.....thinking I will wake up again in just 10 minutes.

Third time I woke up with Jasmine ans Stella yelling at each other...

"Why didn't you wake her up Jass don't you know how important is this interview for her?"

"last time I checked on her she was awake?"

I checked the time it was already 7:15a.m.

"Oh my gosh! there is no way I will be able to reach on time?...Fuck what do I do?"

"Actually, you can. (She throwed some clothes at me) All you have to do is let the people getting attracted to you through your natural pheromones."

"My what?"

"ALL I AM SAYING IS JUST DON'T TAKE A FUCKING SHOWER....NOW FUCKING GO AND CHANGE INTO THOSE CLOTHES."( I think she is right being stingy was a way better than being broke besides my underarms were not that smelly)

(As I changed in whatever clothes Stella had thrown on me. I applied some mascara and bold red lips so that I don't look tired, Jasmine did my high pony tail and Stella packed my necessary things for the interview)

I didn't got a chance to wear my contact lenses so I went with my eye glasses and we rushed through our apartment. The cab was ready as we took our seat looked at each other and started laughing, a thing one does when he/ she is going mad...

we reached there on a time around 7:45a.m. the building looked like a bigger version of the leaning tower of pisa with clearly no leaning.

"Even though it's name is blake co. the building is white as milk."

Stella and Jasmine only gave me a side eye and didn't reply to my comment. It was literally the most racist thing I have ever said. Honestly I didn't meant that way I have always believed that even though every human being is different they should be treated the same way.

Building looked even more huge and beautiful from inside it smelled so fresh. I checked my reflection in those beautiful 30ft. long glasses I looked good in those white blouse and tight A line pencil skirt with black heels except my white bralette from yesterday was showing a little but other than that I looked.....presentable.

Receptionist told us the floor no. where interview will be held. Jasmine and mine was on the same floor but Stella was on 22nd floor. Saying our thumps up we went in lift. We reached on 30th floor many girls with fancy clothes were sitting there for the interview.

Many girls came out crying some of them walking confidently showing off that they got the job. It was Jasmine's turn, as she went inside my name was announced. Receptionist told me to go at 55th floor my interview will be held there. Well, that was new.... Without saying much I made my way to 55th floor.

There was no one on 55th floor I asked if someone was there I waited there for a while but no one was there as I made my way back in lift a male voice stopped me.

"May I know where are you going from a middle of an interview?"

I again searched for the voice but there was no one after I realised that it was not a person but a speaker from where that voice came from.

"I thought there was no one on the floor and I was mistaken."

"Here everything happens is for a reason there is no such word as mistake or a thing like coincidence."

"There was no interviewer here...."

"We were watching your actions Ms. Williams. Now take your right and sit in room no. 5510."

I took my right turn and there was a huge meeting room in front of me. From a huge glass window the view was breathtaking I could see Big Ben from there , I pushed a door and set on the middle seat, now that I knew someone was watching me I was fumbling with my seat but sat there with my back straight.

I heard some ding... noise assuming that it was from the elevator and someone was on it's way towards me, I felt a little self conscious. My palms were sweating.

As the door opened a most handsome man I have ever laid my eyes on came in to my view. I got up, He was the chairman of the company Mr. Ian Blake but somewhat he looked familiar. Ofcourse I had seen him on magazines but some another way he looked familiar. His ocean like blue eyes had that expression that he knows me.

"I didn't recognize you miss....'' raising his hand for handshake his voice was strong still gentle.

( Fredrico : And you thought you knew him?...)

" Williams..... I mean Pearl Williams" (It looked like my name's version of famous line 'my name is Bond....James Bond') shaking his hand his grip was neither very gentle nor very firm, perfect that I won't be able to pull my hand on myself or wasn't crushing. His eyes had a teasing expression. As he eyed me from top to bottom his gaze lingered to my chest area more than usual , blood rushed to my cheeks but thanks to my genes that because of my tanned complexion one can't see my blush.

" I am here for the interview. I was asked to sit here"

"Indeed, Let's begin the interview shall we?" He escorted me to the chair beside the main chair

'' I am ready, these are my documents and CV" He didn't look at them at all.

" Which current artwork trend are you following?"

" It's my opinion that engaging in social practice is very popular right now as an artists seek a more direct impact on their communities and challenging social issues. Art becomes the vehicle for change, not an end product to consume. My focus is about preserving an individual and their identity at a point in time that if not preserved, will be lost forever and....."

" She is hired" a very husky voice said from the speakers. So Mr. Ian was not the one taking my interviewer was someone else but that voice had a such effect on me I got goosebumps all over me.

" It looks like you impressed the CEO, your work schedule will be sent on your respective mobile number"

"Thank you"

I was about to leave when Mr. Blake spoke,

" And Ms. Williams....,

As I turned to him

Congratulations" with a dimple popping smile,

" Thank you,sir"

In the elevator I did my victory dance, but after seeing the camera I remembered something that someone was watching me I stood in a corner in soldier position.

There was no one on 30th floor. I made my way towards ground floor but I can't see any of them. As I made my way towards the front gate I heard some voices like someone was arguing. once I took a good look at them I saw Stella punching a security man and Jasmine had her mascara dripping till her jaw.

" What the hell is going on here?"