Feigning Affection

Chapter Three

Namika Acyrille Del Rio's Point of View

I am on my way to my job interview.

My first job interview in my entire life.

I am not nervous at all because I have the best credentials, so there's nothing to worry about. Actually, I still have a hangover from last night.

I don't know how I got home, but I think Primo took me home because I saw the note he left on my side table cursing me for throwing up on him.

He threatened me with not going partying again if I could not handle myself.

I laughed my ass off because I clearly remember how he gasped when he felt the hot puke on his clothes. He was so disgusted and wanted to push me away, but he couldn't because I passed out. At least, even though he was feeling disgusted with me, he didn't leave me alone outside the bar. Still a gentleman, I guess.

The taxi that I was riding in stopped in front of a big company. A big "AINSWORTH" can be read from the top of the building. I am planning to apply to that big company. If my brothers found out that I was attempting to pass my Curriculum Vitae here, they would probably laugh at me and think I was insane.

Ainsworth is one of the best-known construction companies in the country. It is also known internationally.

But who cares?

I am Namika Acyrille Del Rio and I believe in myself that I can get a job here.

I paid my fare and confidently walked out of the taxi. I dauntlessly walked down the street holding my Louis Vuitton bag and a folder with my CV on the other hand. People who are also walking can't help but notice my presence. I didn't mind them.

Maybe they are just astonished by how I look. I am wearing a bit of a revealing white ribbed halter dress, bright orange heels, and very cool eyeglasses. I bet that I look like a boss.

Hmmm, I deserve to be a boss after all, and not some sort of employee.

When I first arrived at the company, many of the employees greeted me as if I were someone very important. I want to laugh at them.

The receptionist quickly assisted me. Looks can be very deceiving.

"What can I do for you, ma'am? Do you have any appointments? " She asked and I showed her my CV.

I removed my sunglasses and looked at her. She gulped, maybe feeling a little intimidated by my presence.

"I heard that this company is hiring. I am here to apply for the open position." She didn't react for a while.

She gives me a look from head to toe and then a smile forms on her face.

"You are here for a job?" She was shocked.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

What’s wrong with me getting a job?

"Yes, you better be listening because I do not want to repeat things." I boredly looked at my nails.

She's nosy, and that irritates me. She summons a man, who leads me into a small conference room. I sit even though I am not being offered to. I just don't care. It seemed like he didn't mind at all. He just sits in front of me and opens my documents. Maybe he is the hiring manager. He looks at my CV and seems impressed.

"Wow, you are pretty intelligent. I can't say anything about your school records and stuff, but do you have any experience? " He is flipping through the pages of my CV, trying to find the list of my work experiences.

Damn, I didn't know I needed that.

" I am rich, so I have never had any experience at all. It's my first time applying for a job. "I gave him a boastful smile.

He laughed at me.

"So why are you here?" He put down my folder and gave me an annoying smile.

He folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned his back against the swivel chair while waiting for my answer.

" I'm applying! Oh my G. I thought this company was high-class. Why am I welcomed by such stupid people? I keep repeating myself and answering obvious questions." I rolled my eyes at him.

He laughed even more.

What's funny?

"You said you are rich, so why look for a job?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

Another nosy person.

"Maybe because I need to." I shrugged my shoulders at him.

He smirks at me. He looks at my body sensually. What the hell?

Well, I can offer you another job. You're sexy and pretty, just my type. " He stood up, sat beside me, and I was taken aback when he suddenly touched my legs and caressed them.

He is a p*****t!

I couldn't think straight, but my reflexes acted on their own. I extend my wrist on my dominant hand. Aim it at his nose, causing him to stagger backwards.

"Go to hell, p*****t!" I yelled at him as he sat on his knees on the ground holding his bleeding nose. He is eyeing me angrily.

"Get out of the company, entitled b***h," he shouted at me.

My blood boiled when I heard the word "bitch."

What the hell?

Nobody can call me that unless you are a friend. I glared at him again, wanting to hurt him more. He deserves to be beaten up.

"Who gave you the right to call me that, huh?" I said with grinding teeth. I grabbed my folder and quickly hit him in the face with it.

He didn't expect it. His eyes widened, so I quickly made my way to the door and ran away.

I heard him come after me, so I ran as fast as I could to get out. He yelled at the guard to catch me. Dang, this is embarrassing.

All the people were looking at us while they chased me inside the facility. I ran as fast as I could, but since I was wearing heels, I fell on the ground face first. Fudge!

The guard grabbed me by my arms and made me stand up. That planking stunt hurts like hell. Damn, I think I have a big lump on my forehead. f**k.

"Let me go." I tried to wiggle in his hold, but the movement made me dizzy.

"Stop causing a commotion.Please let me peacefully escort you out." the guard calmly said.

I noticed that a lot of people were watching us. They were even laughing.

I quickly fixed myself and glared at them. They quickly look in different directions, avoiding my eyes. Weak shits.

"I can go out alone." I am pulling my arms away from him, but he is strong, but not as strong as my mom.

Actually, I can make use of my karate and Muay Thai moves on him, but I chose not to because he is just obeying orders from his asshole of a boss.

He pulled me outside the building, and I saw the asshole of a hiring manager. He walked to me and held my chin, making me face the guards.

"Look at this b***h's face. Remember every inch of it. I don't want her inside my dad’s company again."

I forcefully removed his hand away from my face.

So, is he the boss's son? I am disappointed. Yes, I am also a useless child of my father's, but I never use my status to harass and hurt other people.

"Yes sir," the guards said in unison.

I spit right in front of him and walked away. He is enraged again, but the guards hold him so he can't attack me.

Weak creature.

After that scene, I ended up going home. My body and head hurt. I regret going to that company. It's not worth it.

I change into my pajamas and sit on my creaking bed. This is kind of annoying. Every time I make a move or switch positions, it makes weird sounds. I am holding an ice pack because my forehead is so red and I think it will have bruises tomorrow. I am disappointed that I didn't get a job today, but tomorrow is another day. I'll try again. My friends tried to invite me to a club, but I refused because I was not feeling well.