The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 4

Thursday came like every other day. As early as I could think Quinn had ever woken up in her life, she was already in my house. In a way, one could have thought she was the one that was going to be doing a interview instead of me.

“How are you still looking like this?” Her voice tripped down my hollow room as I opened the door for her. She was already dressed, probably preparing to go work at the coffee shop not too far from my place for her morning shift, before she went on to wherever it was that she was going to spend the rest of the day.

“Can you relax? The interview doesn’t start till 10 am. And this is still few minutes past 6, Quinn.” I closed the door, making sure I double checked locking it. I had been hearing rumours lately about dangers that had been happening in the streets. I knew there was nothing they could take from my house either ways, they would know to avoid it just by the look outside. But still, never late than sorry. That was the only good part of this whole house. I didn’t need to worry about someone breaking in. Everyone who saw the house knows only a pauper would live there.

“Still, it doesn’t mean. Don’t you know that time dances around when you have things planned? Anyways, go have your bath. We need to think of what it is that you are going to wear.” She sat on my bed, dropping her bags on it. It was clear that she hadn’t come here to get busy all through. She came here to sleep.

Sometimes, she has troubles sleeping alone due to something that had happened to her when she was young. So she sometimes came by my house just to sleep.

“Rough night?” I asked, nodding at her bag which I could see was clearly filled with at least two days clothes. I guess she was not going to be returning immediately.

“Yes. Didn’t -couldn’t sleep. I’m going to use about three days with you, is that cool?” She asked me, and I nodded my head.

“You are free here anyways. Might not be a mansion, but it’s yours to sleep.” I winked at her, and she laughed.

“Now, you should get to bath. I’ll see if I can whip up something in the fridge for you to put in your tummy.” Quinn got up from the bed, throwing my towel at me at the dame time.

“Alright ma’am.” I rolled my eyes and made my way to the bathroom.

To say I was really nervous was an understatement. This was going to be my first ever formal interview and I didn’t know how to react to it. I had left Quinn at home, leaving her to sleep.

I was dressed in black pant trousers, with a white paid shirt. It looked good with the white heels Quinn had gotten me for my last birthday.

The building of Ciel intimated me before I made my way in it. My heart was in my chest, and I was almost chewing my nails; if only I didn’t know how it was going to be for me. Going straight ahead to the color reception, I stopped in front of the desk.

“Hello, good day. I have an interview set for 10am today.” I was an hour early, I noticed, staring at the big clock that was resting on the wall on top of the lady’s head.”

“Good morning. May I please confirm your name?” The petite lady asked. Her skin was like snow. She had to be one the most pale people I had ever set my eyes on. With her blonde hair, she whipped her head around and checked through something which I was guessing was the visitors list for the day.

She confirmed through my name and I nodded my head. The lady gave me a card which capiltalised the word VISITOR. I rolled my eyes internally. It was Shiite obvious that I was different from the other people working there.

The security guard led me through the way, after checking that I was indeed a visitor. The floor of my elevator was also pressed for me. I sighed.

The elevator opened with a ding and I let out another nervous sigh. There, I was directed to have a seat since it wasn’t time yet.

Another pale lady which I was guessing was a personal assistant of some sort.

“Mr Michael would be the one to interview you, himself.” The lady said with a smile and I nodded my head.

I was already on my seat, sipping the water I had been offered before I finally digested what she had said. Mr Michael? Did she mean the Mr Michael?

I was so confused, there was something I was willing to understand. Did she mean the billionaire that we all knew? Or it was another whole person. I was even so nervous to ask about it so I just kept my mouth shut.

Finally, the interview time came and passed. We were all given a number each, and it didn’t matter who came first or not. We were ten in number, and of course, with my beautiful luck, I had to be the tenth person to be interviewed. I closed my eyes. This was my only chance, I would do anything to bag this job.

I didn’t suffer through high school, working on part time jobs, and taking out a student loan which I knew I would pay for the back for rest of my life for me for end up on the streets, unable to get a job.

It felt like everyone was against employing me. It was even difficult for me to get a part time job. Something was just stopping it. It was the way everyone that was being interviewed kept coming out with ugly faces. A particular lady even made a scene, and she had to be escorted out by the bodyguards.

I had not even gone in for the interview, but I knew that I was f****d. And a part of me was already resigning from going through the door.

“Number ten, you are on next.” The pale assistant called out and I almost choked on air. Here goes nothing.