The Interview

It's raining and I'm soaked, I forgot my umbrella at home, but luckily I made it to where I'm supposed to be. I hope I'm not late, I've risked it all for this one interview. I should probably put my bicycle a more safe place but I managed to get here un the nick of time.

I walked towards the gate, the guard was asleep but there seemed to be a bell on the stool beside him, I carefully grabbed it and rang it very firmly. Even after that pitched ring he did not seem to budge. I was searching for more options. I really hoped and prayed that I was not late. I once again went close to the gate and searched ways to open or even tried yelling to call for someone. After many attempts, I saw a red light, it appeared to be a security camera at the front door, so I simply yelled harder and waved my hands. After a couple of seconds, the lights in the house lit and the door opened. I quickly backed away for a second. I saw a figure walking towards me from the house. He seemed like a very elderly man, he had a suit on with a bow tie and glasses, he looked like Bruce Wayne's butler, Alfred but a little more younger. He stood before me and asked me;

"Hello! What brings you here in the middle of the night soaking wet?"

I took a deep breath and calmed myself and said;

"I'm here for the interview, I was supposed to meet Delilah Brown here sharp at 11pm."

The man laughed and replied;

"That sounds like something our Madam would say. Please, do come."

He held the umbrella for me and walked with me from the porch to the front door. As I walking, The man kept chuckling through out our walk. Once we reached inside I failed to realize that this house was massive, it seems small on the outside but it is very large and spacious on the inside. Once we entered, the place smelled cheap gardenia air freshener even though it looked amazing. I looked at everything and I saw in the living room, a fire place and a table with a plate of cookies and a cup of tea. The man requested me to stay seated in the living room till the madam arrived. I walked over and sat on the couch and waited till the man went away to start munching away the cookies. I was quite peckish, for some reason he didn't quite mind me being soaking wet. After I ate all the cookies, I waited a little bit and chugged the tea quick.

I heard the sound of high heels from upstairs, it might be the Madam, so I quickly grabbed my handkerchief and wiped my mouth and stuffed it in my pockets. It got louder and close to me, she walked towards me.

She was absolutely breathtaking. She very much could be the embodiment of beauty, Long black hair, she wore all black - black shirt, black jeans with black boots... This isn't punk fashion. This is someone saying, stay away from me. She had a watch on her wrist with a bracelet. Her cheek bones were very sleek and she had hoop earrings. Her perfume was a very strong fragrance, which overcame the air freshener as she walked towards the living room.

I was left speechless, nervous and scared. By observing, I could tell that she was a woman who seemed very hard to impress. I was a little worried about how my interview would go, she was looking at her boots the entire time walking to me. She turned to me and smiled, my heart pinched.

She sat down on the chair opposite to the couch and she said;

"Hi! I am Delilah, I apologize of not opening the door earlier, I was working for a bit and I rested my head for a second and dozed off. Simon thought I fell asleep, that's why the lights were off, but I forgot to tell him a guest was arriving soon. Again, my apologies."

"No need to apologize, ma'am.

I just arrived here a couple minutes ago.

I'm sorry for dripping all over the place, I simply forgot to bring an umbrella with me, I rode here with my bicycle."

"That's alright. You must be cold and uncomfortable, give me a moment."

She raised her head up and called Simon, the man who opened the gate for me. I heard the sound of a person sprinting from the distance, she requested that he bring her a change of clothes and to prepare the bath for me. He nodded and rushed upstairs. Once his footsteps faded upstairs, she cleared her throat and asked me;

"Why do you want this job? You're qualifications are enough to get you a job at a corporation and your skill set is completely different to what you are applying for. Why is it that you want to work as a chef and as an underling for me when you can work for someone who will give you an actual future?"

I replied with, "I don't know, madam. This may sound dumb but my gut told me to come here. If I'm supposed to be here as a chef, then chef I will be."

She looked at me and laughed with her hand on her mouth. Her eyes watered ruining her a eyeliner a tad bit. She couldn't hold it, so she reached for her pocket and grabbed her handkerchief and held her mouth, she tried to act graceful but her laugh was not doing it for her. Once she calmed herself down, she wiped her tears and therefore ruining her eyeliner even more. She reached for her cup of tea on the coffee table and she sipped it with her eye on me with a snicker. She kept her cup on the table, dabbed her mouth with her handkerchief and said;

"You can have this job, but you will be living here. You can't and won't leave this house unless I say so. If you want to leave to some where, you will tell me where you are going and why and I will see to it. You will wake up at 5 30am sharp and you will make me breakfast, which would be either pancakes with a cup of tea, I like my tea with 6 teaspoons of sugar. For lunch, whatever is in the pantry, do some magic and make me something to fill my stomach. Dinner would be mostly takeout because I'm out most of the time but if I'm home early, I will call you and tell you what I want. If we are missing something, tell me then and there and I will make a pit stop to get what you need. You will eat what I eat and you will not eat at your room, you will eat with me in the dining room. All your necessities will be provided by me and the job will pay $300 a week. Will you take it?"

"Are these your conditions?"

"For the job? Yes. So, do we have a deal?"

She reaches out her hand to me across the table.