Black Beauty - The Arrogant Billionaire

Yve de Paula... I entered university full of dreams and goals. In undergrad, most professors put us in reality. There was always one to say: You come in here s**t, and you leave here little s**t. Graduation alone won't get you anywhere. It was because of this advice that I prepared myself for the job market. I didn't want to reach 30 as a failure. Post-graduation, NBA and Master's degree. I speak french, Mandarin and I've got that Spanish thing down. ¿Quién no hablas un tantito del portuñol? I was filled with hope when I applied for a supervisor position at Black Beauty. After all, my classmate, Robson Rangel, got a job as a presidential advisor with only his undergraduate degree. My academic curriculum was a thousand times better than his. I passed all the stages. Well, almost all of them, there was only one missing. The interview with the CEO of Black Beauty. The man liked to talk to all the employees who would be hired for the strategy area of the organization. It was a very positive point, if it creates a hierarchical command relationship. For the day of the interview, invest in a suit. It wasn't even money I could spend. But it would be worth it, dress pants, blouse vest and blazer, all in brown, only the blouse in ivory color to give a break. From the video call my sister said it was s**t color, for her I would wear something red No makeup, I did a bun holding all my Black giving an even more formal look. I left the house confident that there would be no one better than me for the vacancy. I could have an equal, but not better. In the waiting room, before the interview with the powerful boss, I found it super strange when there were only two women counting on me, the rest of the seven candidates were men. On average the interview was lasting between 15 and 20 minutes, until the only woman besides me was called in and left in just two minutes and crying. I even thought that woman had gone to deal with another matter that had nothing to do with the vacancy. After one more candidate, it was finally my turn. The secretary, a tall blonde, wearing a midi dress in a royal blue color, opens the door for me. The room is very well planned with mahogany furniture, on a thick red carpet with the name Black Beauty on it. The sturdy black man was sitting in an ergonomic chair working on a craft on the wood, right next to a golden plaque written Arthur Ribeiro. I walked up to the table and greeted him with a good morning, which was not reciprocated.I pulled the chair facing him and was going to sit down. At the same moment, I was interrupted by his voice filling the room. "I didn't say I could" He said without looking at me. "Excuse me, sir! " I reply embarrassed and put the chair back. "Excellent resume, Miss Yve Rosendo de Paula!" He exclaims and I get excited. "'I can appoint you to a supervisory position in one of our beauty institutes." At the same moment, my smiling face for the compliment of my academic background dissipated. "Thank you, sir! However, I am a follower of this organization as a whole and I know that the position of supervising the institutes does not fit my skills. They are supervisors of aesthetic procedures, you can see that all my training is focused on the area of management information system." Without looking at me, he continues to highlight in fluorescent green a curriculum that was not mine. "And when I have children?" "How?" I really didn't understand that question. "Children, you know what children are, I think." Good heavens, what an arrogant man. "Yes sir, my mind is not focused on children at the moment. My focus is totally on the professional." And finally he looked at me. - Yes, but you can leave here now and on the bus with the guy who sits next to you, change that focus. Women are always open to feelings. And after that, that's a minimum of eight months I lose of analyzing a very important part of the company. Aesthetics supervision anyone can learn. Now my SiG analyst I cannot afford to be without him for more than thirty days. Please thank you for your presence, since you are not interested in the vacancy in our institutes,you can leave and ask the last one to come in. It was surreal what I was hearing, I turned astonished towards the exit, I even grabbed the door handle and opened it a few centimeters, but I closed it again and returned facing the man again. "Let me see if I understand you correctly, are you chasing me away because I have a uterus?" I needed to clarify this story with the misogynist in front of me. "If you're going to cry like the last one who left, the paper towel is in the bathroom, this door behind you on the right." Without looking at me again, he points in the direction of the room. "Do you know who is not qualified to be in that chair?" He looks at me. "You, sir. How can you judge a person by their dress and make-up?" At that moment, the black man had an inquisitive and coercive look. He scanned my entire body, which was very well covered by the suit. "If she had come in a dress and makeup, I might have had another job to refer her to." He speaks in a way that borders on obscenity."But no, you couldn't be my secretary dressed like that." "You are nothing but an i***t!" "Get out of my room, please, don't waste my time anymore." And that was my worst experience in a selection process. I still had many doors in my face, but none beat my nose like Arthur Ribeiro, the CEO of Black Beauty, did. (...) Two years after a nasty virus hit the world and the job shortage became worse. I had to stop dreaming of a job within my academic reality. And where did I end up? On the factory floor of Black Beauty, I am a production assistant. Luckily, level 4 employees like me don't need to have an interview with management. To handle machinery, making repetitive movements until contracting an RSI, you do not need the endorsement of any creep, misogynist and arrogant. I was at another end of the day, defeated, exhausted and I see Robson, my friend from college who got the job of advisor in this worthy company, the one with a curriculum inferior to mine. Having a scrotal sac guaranteed him the necessary skills to get the job. He was coming down the hallway and before I could enter the locker room, Robson called out to me. "Yve wait." I huffed, while leaning my face on my arm on the wall. What did he want now at the end of my workday? "Rob here." "Are you up for a little extra?" "No. I'm not going to screw myself in that boiler by working overtime to earn 35 reais more on my salary." "Not in the boiler room, as an escort." "What?" I wouldn't lose my job, but I'd shove my hand in that bastard's face. "Look here Robson..." "Hey...! Hey...! Hey...! It's not that kind of escort you're thinking of. Although most of them accept the proposal when the tycoons are interested." "Explain that I don't understand." "An executive needs a beautiful woman to accompany him to a chic business dinner. He already had one scheduled, but his wife got sick and the only woman I know who is polite and pretty is you, even if you disguise yourself as ugly." "My answer is no. First, I don't have the right clothes, second my hair is a mess, third that even though I'm not that kind of escort, the funny guy can try something and I will lose my job. Because with me he will not get anything." Right after the denial, I tried once again to get into the locker room, but Robson kept talking. "About the clothes, I would pay you now and you can buy an expensive and designer one. The hair, I'll call one of our institutes so you have carte blanche on what service you want and about no for the guy, in case he wants something else. You don't have to and shouldn't say you work here." "Ok how much are we talking about?" "3,500." "What! That's almost double what I earn here in thirty days of hellish work. You're going to pay me over three grand just to sit in a fancy restaurant and listen to men talk business and brag about who has the biggest d**k?" "We're not like that! I mean, yes, we are. Does that mean you'll take it?" He asks excitedly. "Who is the executive?" "Rachuribeiro... " Robson coughs and clears his throat. "Who? I couldn't make it out." He sticks his closed hand in front of his mouth, as if he's going to cough again. "Rachuribeiro!" "Speak straight man, I can't understand you." "Arthur Ribeiro...!" "No, not him. Give it up... He never"