"Sniffing me like a dog."

I groaned as she ran a comb through my hair, "Ouch!"

"Your hair is a mess Katherine, how did you manage to get it in this many tangles?" Hayley irritatedly questioned.

I flinched as she ran the comb through it again, "Be gentle!"

She held my head firmly in position as I started to lean away, "We don't have the time to be gentle, now hold still or I'm going to have to slap you!"

Okay, mom.

I have made my final decision, I'm going bald.

I seriously can't take this anymore.

After what seemed like forever it was finally over. It looked pretty nice, not really sure of exactly what she did but for something so pretty it didn't take very long to do.

She curled my hair into large waves then placed it in a high ponytail.

Hayley checked her watch, "We should speed this up." She came towards me with a straight blue dress on a rack, "Put this on."

I took the dress from her and she continued, "You may go in the changing room over there, I prepared some underwear for you as well."

I nodded.

I gasped as I entered what was supposed to be a changing room, how is this a changing room? This place is the same size as my bedroom.

I took up the lace, black underwear, "Well aren't these sexy."

As I was putting them on Hayley walked in, "We're running out of time, aren't you.." She suddenly stopped talking.

"Yeah hold on," I responded.

Her face got red and she quickly turned around, "I'm so sorry, I should've knocked."

I gave her a puzzled look, "Why are you behaving so shy all of a sudden?" She suddenly ran out," Hurry it up!"

"Umm okay."

What was that all about?

I turned in the mirror. The dress was simple but it had a nice touch of sophistication and elegance. It hugged my body perfectly, a bit shorter than I expected but still very nice.

I walked out and Hayley was not aware of my presence. She was just standing there fanning her face and mumbling to herself.

I cautiously approached her "Umm, are you okay Hayley?"

She smiled, "Yes I'm fine and you are late." She tilted my face to the right and then to the left, "This won't take very long, I'll keep it light."

I sat down on a nearby stool and she started working her magic. She suddenly stopped as she was putting mascara on my lashes.

I gave her a puzzled look, "What?"

She went closer to my face, "Are you wearing contacts?"

I nodded, "Yea."

"Why do you wear them?" she questioned.

I shrugged, "I have full heterochromia, it's very rare for a person to have their irises being two different colors so I usually get a lot of stares. It's a very uncomfortable situation to be in ."

She leaned away from my face, "Can I see them?"

Hayley looked away from me, "You don't have to show them to me if you don't want to."

I smiled, "It's no big deal."

I took off the contacts and met her blue eyes. She leaned in towards me to get a better look at them.

I guess she has an eye obsession or something.

"So beautiful", she said while leaning closer.

I cleared my throat and looked away, "Look at the time, we need to hurry if I'm gonna reach the interview on time."

A blush rose to her cheeks and she looked away, "Yea, you're right." She checked her watch, "We have less than a minute before my mother is estimated to leave the bathroom."

I returned my contacts to my eyes while she painted my lips red. She then picked up a box labeled Louis Vuitton and gave it to me. I looked at her and then the box then back at her.

She rolled her eyes, "Just open the box already."

I opened the box and saw the red bottoms I was looking at earlier, "How did you know?"

She smiled and shrugged, "I saw you drooling over them earlier."

I wasn't drooling...okay, maybe I was drooling a little bit.

She then handed me a Prada bag, "Your bag does not meet the criteria for your outfit so here."

It made sense since every clothing and accessory on my body was from an extremely popular and expensive brand. I checked inside to see my belongings already in there, "Everything's in here?"

Hayley nodded, "Yup, I got you covered. Now, enough with the chit chat, you got to move."

I slipped on my red bottoms and made my way to the door. I turned to her just before I opened it, "Hayley?"

She hummed in response and looked up from the packing up she was doing.

I smiled, "Thanks for everything. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

Hayley returned the smile, "It was my pleasure, Katherine."

I waved my hand around dismissively, "Katherine is too formal, we're friends. You can call me Katie if you like."

Her smile met her eyes, "Katie it is then. Good luck!"

Thanks, I'll definitely need it.

It didn't take me long to find the room that the interview was to be in. Especially since so many people were applying. I was even more grateful for Hayley's fashion intervention when I saw the fancy outfits of the competition.

My eyes widened when I saw a girl in a dress that barely covered anything. If she tried pulling the dress down her boobs would be fully exposed and if she tried pulling the dress up her ass would be exposed.

A win-win situation in her case I guess.

It was clear the objective of many of these women was not to get the job but to get in Dylan's pants. Among the billion women, there was a single man who was silently jotting stuff down in a notebook he took from his pocket.

Any man would be ecstatic to be surrounded by this many girls but instead, he looked so awkward and uncomfortable.

There were two conclusions, he's either gay or extremely socially awkward. Both are definitely possible but I caught him staring at the ass of a girl that walked by him, so I went with extremely socially awkward.

A girl sat in the empty seat beside me and started sniffing me like a dog, "You smell just like him."

I furrowed my brows and decided to ignore the obviously crazy woman. She sniffed me again, " You smell like Dylan Faux."

I was creeped out so I went to sit on the other side of the room.

Hayley's mother and a raven-haired girl walked in and everyone on cue immediately sat down. Hayley's mother's eyes met mine for a brief moment as she looked around the room.

She then spoke up, "You passed the first test by arriving on time, congratulations. There are quite a number of you but there is only one position, show me that you deserve to be the assistant of my son, Dylan Faux!"

Everyone, except me of course, started to cheer as he entered the room.

Dylan stood beside his mother, "Thank you, everyone, for coming, the interview will now begin." His eyes somehow managed to find mine and a smirk formed on his slightly swollen lips.