Fix Me

Chapter One

Nancy’s POV

“Nancy! Nancy! Nancy!”

I heard my aunt’s voice, faint and distant, calling me. It felt like it was coming from far away… almost like I was still half asleep. Then, a light tap on my shoulder made me frown... it was real.

“Nancy, wake up already,” she said, this time clearly.

Okay… definitely real. I slowly opened my eyes, then had to close them again against the bright sunlight streaming through my window.

“I thought you’d never wake up,” she teased.

“Good morning, Aunt,” I mumbled, covering my face with my arm.

“Good morning,” she replied, standing to leave. “But just so you know… it’s eight-thirty already.”

“What?!” I yelled, springing out of bed. My eyes went wide as I glanced at the wall clock. She was right!

“Oh my God! Why didn’t you wake me?” I groaned, rushing to the bathroom.

“Say that to the person who’s been tapping you for ages,” I heard her call after me.

God, I’m so dead… I thought, brushing my teeth frantically. I have a job interview at nine. If I mess this up, all my hard work will be wasted.

I quickly washed my face, dabbed on my face lotion, and applied body lotion. No time for a full bath; even the universe would understand today. I rushed to my wardrobe and chose a black pencil skirt that stopped just below my knee and a grey button-up shirt. I tied my hair into a ponytail, sprayed on some perfume, and fastened my wristwatch.

I grabbed the necessary files, my black handbag, and shoes. Just as I was about to dash out, a thought struck me.

“Oh, no!” I cursed, running back to the nightstand to grab my phone.

“God help me,” I muttered, running out again.

I sprinted downstairs toward the main door.

“Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” my aunt called from the dining room.

“I would be crazy to!” I yelled, opening the door.

Just like heaven was on my side, a taxi was passing by. I waved frantically, and it stopped. I jumped in without even telling the driver where I was going.

“Hey, you haven’t told me your destination,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh…” I murmured, quickly giving him the address. He started driving.

I checked my wristwatch. Eight fifty. I bit my lip, tapping my finger impatiently on my thigh.

“Mister, can you please drive faster?” I asked, trying to keep my cool.

“You don’t expect me to fly, do you?” he replied immediately.

I opened my mouth, ready to snap back, but thought better of it. Laws are laws, I reminded myself, even if he was being rude. I clenched my teeth and stayed silent.

After what felt like forever, we finally arrived. I paid him and dashed toward the company entrance. A security guard stopped me.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Um… I’m here for an interview."

He frowned, glancing at his watch.

“I know I’m late, but I really need to go in,” I begged.

He gave me a long look, then finally said, “Go in.”

“Thank you so much!” I breathed, relief washing over me as I hurried inside.

I approached the receptionist.

“Good morning, ma’am,” I greeted, giving my warmest smile.

“Good morning, Miss. How may I help you?” she asked.

“I’m here for the interview,” I said.

“Oh! That?” she asked, giving me a wry look.

“Yes… yes,” I stammered.

“All the applicants have already been called in,” she said.

“So… can I join them?” I asked, hopeful.

“I’m sorry, but it’s against our ethics. You were expected before nine,” she replied.

“I know, but…” I started, but a deep, husky voice interrupted me.

“What’s going on here?”

I turned—and my eyes fell on the most beautiful man I had ever seen. God… damn gorgeous.