In love with my Nightmare

One of such rare cases

I am so sorry madam, it was a mistake, I didn’t mean to do that. Please forgive me.

Erica apologized multiple times almost kneeling to the woman before her, she had spilled her coffee as they collided on the walkway, she was in a hurry to get to work as she had been held in traffic and was 40 minutes late for her interview.

The lady looked expensive and she looked about Erica’s age.

It’s fine, mistakes happen, please be careful.

Well, that’s a good sign, she said to herself. She has not always been lucky with strangers and she expected this one to insult her, wipe off the stain or even ask her to pay for the outfit.

Erica thanked her and waved at her as she walked away into her car.

She stood for a while watching the woman until she saw her no more. Wow! that car must be very expensive, I wonder where she works or maybe she’s married to a wealthy man or her parents are wealthy, whichever, this woman is fortunate indeed. She said to herself

She took the lady’s response as a good sign as she walked forward still trying to locate the restaurant, where she was to be interviewed.

It seems I am lost, she opened her phone to confirm the address.

Good day ma, I am Erica Hall. I am here for a job interview slated for 9:30am.

She smiled at the figure standing in front of her as she extended an envelope containing her documents.

You’re an hour late and you think this attitude is accepted here? And why are you smiling like a dummy?

I am sincerely sorry ma. I can give an explanation…

Please, don’t do that. What do you want me to do? How am I sure you won’t repeat this again?

I pro…

Erica barely started her statement before she was cut short by the lady.

Is this your first job?

Yes ma.

Erica had a lot to say and laugh about concerning the woman interviewing her, but she chose to remain quiet, not to worsen the state of the angry woman.

The woman looked like she was in her mid forties, she wasn’t wearing a wedding band, so, Erica assumed she wasn’t married or maybe she’s a widow, whichever, I don’t care. Just tell me if I am getting this job or not and stop looking at me like a toad from the top of your glasses. - Erica thought and giggled.

What’s funny you girl?

That question brought Erica back to reality, she thought she laughed in her mind, but that isn’t even a thing.

Nothing ma, she responded.

Are you a mad person, why will you be laughing at nothing.

Well, that’s your business.

What happened at your last job?

And why are you trying to get a this job?

What makes you think you are qualified to work in this restaurant?

Do you know anything about a kitchen?

Can I have a seat? Erica asked before making effort to answer the woman’s questions.

No! Standing is your punishment for coming late.

This is not a military interview ma, and I walked a long distance before getting here, can I please have a seat?

So, you question me? Do like look like someone you can question?

Why does she have so much pride? (Erica thought)

What is going on here, a voice came from a room behind the bar of the restaurant. The woman stood up immediately like she was poked in her bottom.

Good day Sir.

Good day Helen, he replied.

Why is she standing and why is she to start work yet?

She got here late.

That’s not an excuse, please take her to the dressing room and get dressed to work. You have wasted a lot of time already.

Follow me.

The already seated Erica, pretended not to hear Helen’s voice.

Please come with me, she repeated. This time, she got up and walked behind her. Who’s he? Erica asked.

He’s our boss.

Our???

So, you’re just a worker? I thought you owned the place, Erica said sarcastically and laughed.

Helen ignored her as they both got changed for work.

FIONA

Hello Class! Mr Alex is visiting the school today. There was categories of screaming from the female students at the sound of Fiona’s message.

How can you all be so obsessed with a man that is probably twice your ages, a male student reacted to the noise.

A female student picked up a magazine from her locker having Alex on the cover page. He wore a Loui Vuitton outfit, with his curly hair combed into his face, his hands were behind his head, displaying his masculinity. His shirt was partly unbuttoned and his chest open, his Adam’s apple looked like he swallowed an apple and it got stuck.

Peak Middle and High Schools were owned by the OSB companies, Alex’s family. And Alex and his father paid occasional visits to the school and on such occasions, they award scholarships and cash prizes to students based on merit. And on rare cases, students are randomly picked.

This visit was one of such rare cases.

All students are to move to the gym!

All students to the gym!

The students flocked to the gym to get good seats hoping to be seen by Mr. Alex or his father.