Yes Boss!

which she sp

s rai

Fucking

ed looking at the sky, staring accus

lady?" I turned to see a wr

" I shot ba

whole minutes late for my job interview and it was FREAKIN RANING!! D

! How rude!" the old wom

mock bow, to which she just huffed again and went o

s stand, water soaking through my grey suit jacket and drenching my white shirt and g

body, held my bag close and screamed

aby start to cry as its mother so-so-lovingly cursed at me. But the cab came to a stop

d STEP ON IT!!" I

job interview in a week, then you'd be cr

up so fast that I hit my head on the window screen befo

ed back calmly, probably having dealt with

asked while rubbin

nna see my 'girlies'?" s

I ran a hand through my wet

blue eyes and apple red hair. She had a pretty heart shaped face and lo

e asked, keeping he

check the weather reports

laughing. "Nice. Name'

cab in front of the Synclair HQ. I got out

ng that you won't get the job or you really won't. Your boss ever gi

the...?" I finished putting the

an inside the building and

the elevator was jam packed and I had to wait another 10

waited till she got off the phone. She was blonde woman with light blue eyes in typical reception

you?" she asked

as here for the interview..." I tra

t we?" she raised an

eally difficult business to deal wi

ooked at me from head to toe still looking

phone again and I took the t

me what the material was because I have no clue; I have a difficult time identifying silk from satin. In one corner of the room there were a row of seats w

should be illegal eves as a micro-mini and a white shirt which was see-through without the need of rain, showing her, yes you gue

r grey jacket. She had long black hair and green eyes and a face pretty enough to be on a mag

pany card, who was putting her phone down. "You’ll have to wait. Since you’re l

wo model wanna-bee’s. People like them usually think everyone's a rival. Even plain old me

stress as she motioned for something to a guard and the next instant he brought me a small cup of

at her computer. She had a stack of files lined up on one side of her desk and as soon as the previo

nterviewees finally stormed out, dramatically banging shut the door and making m

uld tell she had very little hope for me passing this interview. After all, Synclair I

p in one hand for warmth and my portfolio in the other; I strode

, this had to be freaking Alaska!

k in the offic

ew of the city through a glass wall. The head of the table was occupied by what I’m gu

lay this any further with your mindl

a job and he had an opening and not to mention, I desperately needed the money to survive past this

ce again. Something about it kept nagging me at

ould always be near you in case you need anything. And also to take notes or give y

you think you'

there would be no point in this interview because I

lap. “It says here that you graduated from a Community College? I’ve had

t bachelors but I hadn’t quiet noticed how big of a hotshot he really was until now. I was busy looking

be your Secretary or your company employee instead?” I shot back

use

I had started shivering again and also because I knew I’d never get this job now. However, I

just shot out and onto his expensive suit a

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