The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER SIX

It’s been two days since I went for the interview. It’s been two days since I have worried myself to the brink and to the extent whereby my heart hit with every bit. It’s been two days since I had been making myself try to forget about the lingering feeling I had, had with Michael.

I could not do anything. I was barely surviving on good, and I had my eyes out on th watch, on my phone for almost every moment. Waiting for a call, an email, or even a text. Everything. I thought I had charmed him out but guess I was still where I had started. Every bit of hope in me had been shattered to pieces, and there was nothing I could do but be idle. Quinn was still in my house, although she had gone over for her afternoon shift in the coffee shop close. If only I could get a part time job for myself, then I won’t be as pathetic as I am feeling. Two days of wanting to do nothing but stare at your phone, and stalk your own self had me feeling more useless than I usually don’t.

I sighed. I needed to get up, and do something, think of something that wasn’t going to land me in the streets. Maybe I should have just begged Michael to employ me as the cleaner. Maybe I won’t be here right now. I sighed. I had been doing more of that lately.

The ring of my phone almost jolted me off my bed. Quickly, with eagerness seating at the edge of my already jittering fingers, I picked the call.

“Hello?” I sounded wavy over the phone, but I didn’t care.

“Chicken and chips or pasta?” The voice asked on the other end of the phone and I could almost bash my teeth through it. I decided to do the rational thing I should have done in the first place. Like check the caller ID.

“I don’t care Quinn, pick whatever you want. I don’t care about it.” I screamed at the phone, ending the call.

My phone rang once more.

“I don’t care. Pasta, whichever just leave me alone and do what you want.” I said, my voiced laced with frustration.

“Hello? Please am I speaking to Miss Rachael?” The female voice which sounded oddly familiar asked from the other end and I choked on my own breath.

“Yes, please. It is I. I’m sorry, I forgot to check the caller ID. I thought you were my friend.” I fake laughed, and was met with a dead speaker. Okayy.

“I’m calling from Ciel holdings. And this is to let you know that you have passed the interview which was held on Thursday, 4th of May. Congratulations! You have been hired to work with the company.” She said calmly, and if I didn’t remind myself last minute that I had to act professionally, I would have screamed my guts out.

“Oh. Thank you, thank you very much. I appreciate it.” Still, I could not get this excitement out of my voice.

“You are to resume work this incoming Monday. As early as 9am. Work commenced as soon as you start. You will be assigned your task by your personal trainer once you get here. I wish you good luck. And congratulations once more.” The chirpy voice said to me and I nodded my head.

“Thank you, I will.” The line went dead.

“Yessss. f**k every f*****g body.” I screamed, jumping hard on my poor bed.

“I got the job.” I sang as I made funny and definitely questionable dance moves. I didn’t care. This was my biggest dream come true. I was getting it, I was going to get the job. I had gotten the job. I don’t end up on the streets like I had thought. I was going to live the life, for the first time, I was going to be an office worker. And have somewhere to go everyday.

Quickly, I picked up my cell phone once more.

“Let’s have pasta. You could get a cheap wine on your way back. I’m celebrating!” I exclaimed, before Quinn could utter out a word.

“Why? What happened, why are we celebrating?” Quinn questioned and I laughed.

“I got the f*****g job.” I yelled once more, and I was met with another scream resonating through the phone speaker.

“I knew you would do this. You’ve made me proud best friend. Cheap wine on me. I close in an hour, expect me over.” Quinn said and I grinned with immense satisfaction.

The call ended abd I set myself to the bathroom. I wished there was someone else I could share the news with. I wished I could type it in a newspaper, where everyone could see that I finally got a job.

Unable to contain it, I went on another rampage of jumping on the bed. This was the best I could do. Jump on the bed. I was going to get to the store, and get few cheap office clothes with my last savings. I didn’t care, I was going to get a paycheck at the end of the month anyways. And it was going to be more than enough to cover my rent, my eating expenses and definitely more clothes. I had so many plans.

I could not wait to get to meet the co workers, and my colleagues, or whatever I was going to refer to them as. I knew it. Working at Ciel was my starting point. I could feel it deep in my bones. Finally, I got down from my bed. The motivation to clean my room finally located me. This was the best news ever.

Briefly, I wondered if there was any chance I would be able to come across Michael. I doubted it. He probably had forgotten who I was, or if I even existed in the first place. The thought of him made me remember when we had shook hands in the office. I knew that wasn’t just an ordinary and shake. But it was going to stay ordinary.

I just wanted to resume work already.