The Favorite Mistress

As the morning sun painted the sky in shades of gold, Devon's heart raced with anticipation. Today was the day of her important job interview, and time was slipping away faster than she could catch it. In a hurry, she rushed towards the door, eager to reach her car and make it to the interview on time. But just as she reached for the doorknob, a sinking feeling washed over her – she had forgotten her car keys. Frustration filled her as she turned back and went inside, knowing that this mistake would make her 30 minutes late. Inside the house, Devon searched frantically for her misplaced keys. She rummaged through drawers and shuffled through papers, desperately hoping to find them. The ticking clock on the wall seemed to taunt her, reminding her of the time slipping away. Finally, amidst the chaos, she spotted a glimmer of metal beneath a pile of papers. Relief washed over her as she retrieved the keys, her hands trembling with a mix of frustration and determination. Knowing she was now significantly behind schedule, Devon locked the door and hurried towards her car. She refused to let this setback define her, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Devon, who lived in a small town, found herself in a big city for the first time. She had just graduated and it was her first job interview. As she looked up at the tall buildings, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The city was a whole new world to her. When she arrived, Devon couldn't help but be amazed by the towering skyscrapers. They seemed to touch the sky and cast long shadows. It was a far cry from the familiar sights of her small town. As she made her way to the office building for her interview, Devon marveled at the glass windows reflecting the sunlight. The city was noisy, with car horns blaring and people rushing by. It was a lot to take in, but she felt a sense of wonder. Stepping into the elevator, Devon felt her heart race with anticipation. Each floor she passed brought her closer to her interview. When the doors finally opened, she entered a modern office space filled with busy professionals. It was a stark contrast to the simplicity of her small town. Taking a deep breath, Devon reminded herself of her abilities and the journey that brought her here. Despite feeling overwhelmed, she stayed focused and ready to show what she was capable of. Breathless from her rush, Devon approached the reception desk and quickly explained her situation to the lady behind it. She informed the lady that she had a job interview and desperately needed to speak with someone about it. The lady looked up, her expression stern but curious. "May I help you?" the lady asked, her voice tinged with a hint of skepticism. "I have an interview scheduled," Devon replied, her voice filled with urgency. "It's for Devon Parker." The lady's eyes scanned through the schedule, her finger tracing down the list of names. After a moment, she looked back up at Devon with a disappointed expression. "I'm sorry, but you're 30 minutes late," she said, her tone firm. Devon's heart sank. She hadn't realized just how much time she had lost in her search for the misplaced keys. She felt a wave of regret wash over her, knowing that her lateness could jeopardize her chances of securing the job. "I'm so sorry," Devon pleaded, her voice filled with genuine remorse. "It was a mistake, and I understand if it's too late now. But please, is there any way I can still be considered for the interview? I promise to make it up to you." The lady paused for a moment, studying Devon's earnest expression. She seemed to soften slightly, her stern demeanor giving way to a hint of empathy. "Let me check with the interviewer," she finally said, picking up the phone and dialing a number. Devon held her breath, hoping for a stroke of luck. She knew she had made a mistake, but she also believed in her abilities and the value she could bring to the company. As she waited anxiously, she silently vowed to prove herself and make a positive impression, regardless of the outcome. Devon's heart sank as the lady behind the desk delivered the disappointing news. The interview had been canceled. Devastation washed over her, but she couldn't let this setback defeat her. Determined and eager to salvage the opportunity, she pleaded with the lady, hoping for a second chance. "Please, is there any way we can reschedule the interview?" Devon begged, her voice filled with desperation. "I've worked so hard to prepare for this, and I don't want to miss out on this opportunity." The lady's expression remained firm, her resolve unwavering. "I'm truly sorry, but I can't do anything about it," she replied, her tone tinged with frustration. "My hands are tied in this matter." Devon's desperation grew, and she continued to plead, unaware of the line she was crossing. She believed in the power of persistence and hoped that her fervent appeals might change the lady's mind. However, the lady's patience reached its limit. With a stern look, she warned Devon, "Please, ma'am. I can't do anything about it. If you keep interrupting, I will have to call security." Devon's heart sank even further, realizing that her pleas were falling on deaf ears. She understood that she had pushed too far, and the consequences of her actions were becoming clear. Taking a step back, she swallowed her disappointment and nodded, accepting that the opportunity had slipped through her fingers. Just as Devon was about to accept the situation and take a step back, something inside her sparked a surge of determination. Ignoring the lady's warning, she made a bold decision and ran straight into the boss's office. The lady chased after her, but it was too late - Devon had already entered. Breathless and filled with regret, Devon mustered the courage to speak. "I am so sorry, sir," she stammered, her voice filled with sincerity. "I couldn't bear the thought of missing this opportunity." "Please, sir," Devon pleaded, her voice filled with determination. "I know I am late, and I take full responsibility for my mistake. But I promise you, if given the chance, I will work twice as hard to make up for it. I am truly passionate about this opportunity, and I believe I can bring value to your company." After Devon pleaded with the boss, he calmly asked, "What's your name?" Devon's voice trembled as she stuttered, "Devon Parker." To her surprise, the boss simply said, "Sit down." His tone was firm, yet there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Devon quickly found a seat, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and hope. The boss then gestured to his secretary, signaling for her to leave the room. The lady on the desk, understanding the silent command, quietly exited, leaving Devon and the boss alone. The room fell into a momentary silence, the air thick with anticipation. Devon took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts and summoning her courage. She knew this was her chance to make a lasting impression and prove herself despite her initial lateness. With determination in her eyes, she prepared to showcase her skills, knowledge, and passion for the job. Out of nowhere, Devon started introducing " I am Devon Parker, and..." Before she could continue, the boss interrupted her, commanding, "Silence." When the boss commanded "Silence," his gaze locked onto Devon's eyes, intensifying the moment. A wave of unease washed over her, causing a fluttering sensation in her stomach. The intensity of his stare made her feeling vulnerable and uncertain.