Chapter 10
1032 Words
Vin's Pov
"Wow, you're so early! You have an interview?" My mother asked as soon as I entered the dirty kitchen. She's doing our breakfast while my father was in his suits and sipping his brewed coffee.
The corner of my lips rose. "Why? Do I look like one, mom?" I turned around. She gave me a wry look. Then she scanned my attire. "You look so decent today. I like your pencil skirt and tailored jacket. You should often dress like that."
"You're so honest, mommy." I brushed my hair and filled my mouth with a sandwich. "I'll go ahead then."
"Wait, aren't you going to eat? Atleast eat something." said by my father.
I just waved at them. I have an interview at eight o'clock, so I really did my best to get up early and be on time. I need to impress my interviewer and get the job.
I arrived at the cafe exactly ten minutes before eight. And minutes later, the interviewer came in her formal dress. She seems a woman in her forties. We exchanged handshakes as a greeting.
"I believe you are Ms. Park? Am I right?" She has an intimidating look, but she looks nice when she smiles.
I nodded a bit nervously. "Yes Ma'am. Please be seated."
"I'll just ask you some questions, and then our boss would be your final interview."
My mouth hung open. I know that, but I'm still surprised. "About the final interview with the boss...is it today too?"
She paused while scanning my CV. "Yes, Ms. Park. You will meet him too today."
I nodded profusely. Sh*t!
My nervousness tripled when she ended our initial conversation with, "He's almost here. Just wait a bit for him. Is it okay for you, Ms. Park?"
I smiled at her despite the unsettling bang inside my chest. I wonder what kind of 'boss' he is.
My phone beeped for a call. My mouth arched for a smile when I saw the caller's name. "Good morning!" I answered in an extra-cheerful tone. I coughed when he chuckled.
"You seem bright today? Or is it just because I called?"
I rolled my eyes while smiling from ear to ear. "Well, I have an interview today, so that's why I'm kind of extra..."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, I'm just waiting for my boss's arrival for the final interview, and I'm done." I glanced at my wristwatch. The boss seems to be struggling with finding the cafe, huh?
"Oh? What do you think about him?" He suddenly asked.
I tapped my fingers on the table and settled my eyes on the entrance of the cafe. "Well, I think he is old. Probably in his fifties?"
He got silence, and I almost thought that the line ended. "Hey? Are you still there?"
"Y-Yeah. And why do you conclude that he's in his fifties?"
"Well, I just feel like. He has a good and successful company, so..."
He gave a hearty laugh. "And what?"
Why did our topic turn out to be like this? Is he bored?
"Well, he's filthy rich?"
"What?" He laughed again.
"W-What? I just feel like. Having a own company, it's pointed, right?"
"Okay then. How about a girlfriend? Do you think he has?"
I chuckled. "Don't you have something to do? You seem too interested in my boss?"
"Just answer it, Vin."
This handsome, demanding man. "Alright. Hmm.. let me think about it. I think he has a wife since he's old-"
"Yah! You shouldn't have concluded like that!" He interrupted.
I laughed, but my eyes widened when I saw Felix in his tuxedo entering the cafe. Even in his aviator, I still managed to recognize him. What is he doing here? He roamed the small corner of the cafe, like he really didn't see me, when in fact, I was sitting on the table, where I could be seen easily by every person who would enter the door.
His eyes settled on me. He removed his aviator before walking through me.
"Vin?"
I blinked when I heard Hendrix's voice. "Y-Your brother... why is he here?" I whispered.
He sighed heavily. "Ah! I thought he wouldn't come. Just talk to him, okay? I'll hang up. Goodluk!" He vaguely said. He left a long beep that sounded like a lifeline of mine. He knows about it? Why? Why would he let me to talk with his brother? And what gooduck is he talking about?
"Good morning, Ms. Park." Felix greets me in a low and husky voice. He may look serious, but he couldn't hide the ghost of smile on his lips.
"May I sit?" he asked.
"Why are you here?" I asked with a clenched jaw.
He sat in front of me. He leaned on the seat and folded his arms. "Is that how you will greet your boss?"
My mind went blank. "W-What? What boss are you talking about?"
He leaned on the table. "You're waiting for your boss, right?"
My jaw dropped.
"Now, can we start, Ms. Park?"
I looked at him in disbelief. "Y-You're kidding me, right?' Then I remembered what Hendrix said. Don't tell me he is my boss? And let this guy to finish off the interview for him? Is that why he asked so many questions about the 'boss'?
But of all the people, why this guy?
This is ridiculous.
"This is crazy." I was about to stand up and leave, but he stopped me. "Why leaving, Ms. Park? Where is your professionalism?"
Professionalism my ass! If only I could punch his face.
He raised his right eyebrow at me and grinned. "I may not be your real boss. But as your interviewer, I won't tolerate that attitude. I am a professional, Ms. Park. I am setting aside my personal issues and problems when it comes to work, and if you are not, then you really must leave now."
This bastard.
I shut my eyes to calm myself. Yeah, that's right. I should calm down and finish this right away.
I sat again. His smile widened. My forehead creased.
He faked a cough before extending his hand on me. "Now, for a formal greeting."
I can't believe this.
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