Chapter FIVE
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Tamara
Next, a sultry feminine voice called out from inside a room that read “interview section.
Tamara’s eyes darted to a tall, dark-skinned woman who stood from her seat, three seats away from her.
Dressed in a brown body-fitted gown that complemented her sharp figure with straight long brown heels. Tamara’s eyes followed her as she sauntered into the room, her 6-inch heels pressing across the marble floor. She peeped into the conference room but could barely see before the door was shut I couldn't see anything anymore
She propelled her body forward, counting the number of people left, one, two, three she let out a deep breath, forcing herself to settle back into her seat
She paced on about the seat adjusting her slightly rumpled skirt, her apartment light was cut out so she could barely organize the clothes she wanted to wear for the interview
It was her first job application in New York since she saw the paper.
The job description was for the position of a personal assistant between the ages of 22 to 25 with a University degree , the age part was a bit suspicious but the pay was highly attractive and she needed to help her family out of debt.
Seeing that she fit into the criteria, she quickly filled in her information and got a reply the next day for an interview
Adjusting her curly hair with her palms, she truly was intimidated by the woman seated beside her
Tamara battled with anxiety barely seated in one place she kept vibrating her legs on the floor
The line kept moving till she was the last person left
Anyone left?, The voice echoed from inside
She stood up quickly, adjusted her skirt, and slung her bag across her shoulders. Holding onto the yellow file with her certificates tightly with the other hand.
Her heart skipped a thousand beats
Calm, calm, it’s just an interview she resonated within herself
Repeating the words a thousand times while approaching the door attempting to quench her rising anxiety
She knocked on the door to be welcomed by cold gazes from a man who appeared to be in his late twenties or early twenties, his cold eyes ran through her entire body staring at her as though his prey had just entered the room
The glaring eyes made her stagger her walking steps to a chair in front of the table where the man and woman were seated
Good afternoon..” Good morning, she stuttered, Take your seat, the woman answered looking down at something on the table
Quickly she sat on the chair placing her file against her thighs
You are the last applicant, the woman’s head rose staring at her with her glasses fixed to her eyes and her head pushed forward so she could see well
She reached out her hands to collect the file from Tamara
The man’s gaze still fixed on her, she joined her hands together, staring at the wall behind them to avoid his gaze
Tell us about yourself, the woman interrupted still scrutinizing her documents
I’m Tamara Williams, a graduate from Georgia State University with a first-class degree in Economics
I’m experiencing working in a firm in Georgia before I moved to New York City
“It’s nice to meet you, Tamara, she chimed in
Closing her hands together and placing them across the table
I’m Sandra Stones and this is my boss, Adrian Lockwood, CEO of Lockwood Enterprise
Tamara’s jaw dropped open, her eyes widening and she moved her gaze from the woman to the man who had been staring at her
She wasn’t expecting him here
“Dummy why didn’t you check for the CEO before coming “, she queried herself in her mind
She couldn’t help but notice his chiseled chin with a neat beard and jet back brown hair and neat curated lips and brown eyes with a cold stare
After going through your documents, you’re fit for the job, Sandra chipped in interrupting her thoughts
Yes Ma, I understand, I’m applying as a personal assistant
Not just a personal assistant, she cut in
My eyes drifted from the woman to Adrian and back
Your job isn’t in the office, it’s in fact at home, you’d be working from home.
I’m sorry I don’t understand.
“I’m hiring you as my wife for two years “, Adrian slipped in lying forward, this time his eyes more piercing
Tamara froze
Why me? Why would a good-looking and rich man like him be looking for a contract wife when all the ladies would die to have him?
Excuse me, she spat out
You heard me right Miss , your job is to act as my wife for two years
You’d be heavily compensated with money
You’ve seen the salary there, in fact, there are more bonuses to it, of course, we have an official contract laying out the terms and you could add yours to the contract too
I just need to present you to my family and the public as my wife, Miss Tamara, he drawled my name
Why should I accept?, I interrogated
There are many candidates for this job Miss Tamara but you are the most qualified seeing your CV. But if you don’t want the offer, many people are dying for this role so it’s not a coerced thing
Everything came at me so fast and although I badly don’t want to live with a man I know nothing about, the salary was quite good for me just moving into New York I didn’t expect my job hunt to turn out to be a wife application, what would I tell Stacy and my parents that I just married a random man a few days after arriving at New York in the name of job hunt?
Although my values didn’t align with his contract I needed to push them aside, the pay was handsome and it’d help me clear dad’s debt,
Are you ready to sign the contract or not?, a voice interrupted my thought
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