Never Let Me Go

Chapter 11: The Wrong Interview

Alyona POV

After we finished our dinner, I waited for Olivia to come and help me to prepare me for tomorrow's interview.

I tried to call her, but it seems like she was busy in her office.

"Hello, Olivia, where are you? I finished my dinner, waiting for you to come,"

"Babe, I am so sorry. There is an emergency in our office. They fired most of the models from our company, and now we have to find new ones." Olivia answered.

I could hear her stretched breath as she was busy with her work.

"Okay," I answered.

"Let me call you once I am home," she hung up the phone without listening to my answer.

Sighed, I kept my phone inside my pocket.

It's time to prepare myself for the interview. I googled the top questions and the history of the company. The year it was established and how it grows day by day.

The brands they like to work with, and all the basic questions related to time management. Some basic computer knowledge.

I kept my folder ready with all the essential documents in it with a copy of my resume.

"All set." I looked at my folder; my dress and shoes were ready for tomorrow's interview.

With a satisfied feeling, I glanced at the clock.

It's eleven, and Olivia didn't call me. I grabbed my phone thought to give her a call, but her message popped up as she was still in her office.

Poor Olivia, I replied as I prepared myself for the interview.

*******

Again I woke up with a weird dream of Mr. Right.

"Alyona, today is your interview. Wake up," a voice pulled me out from my La la land.

"Coming, mom," I replied as I saw my folder and dress.

How could I forget? Today is my interview. I hastily jumped into the shower and prepared myself.

Applied some lite makeup, gloss, eyeliner, and mascara to enlighten my green eyes.

In the black dress, I was ready to blow my interview. I glanced at my watch, which showed I still have time to enjoy breakfast with mom. I walked down and saw mom already set the table for us.

"Good morning, mom," I smiled and pecked a kiss on her head.

"Good morning, my lovely daughter," she kissed back.

"So, are you ready?" She asked.

I nodded my head and lifted the toast to my open mouth,

"Ahem," heard her voice as I again forgot our morning prayer.

"Sorry," I apologize.

We finished our prayer and breakfast; mom gave me her warm hug and told me to be confident.

I reached the destination. The two towers stood firmly in front of my eyes as the name goes from one building to another,

"ENAMORE," I whisper.

What a beautiful name it is; yesterday, I searched for the meaning of Enamore. As the name looks beautiful, it's meaning is even more beautiful. To fill your heart with the feeling of love. Whoever kept this name must be the most romantic person.

 I stood there for a few moments as I appreciate the architecture and the name of this lovely brand. Today I am going to try my luck to get a job.

"Oh God, be with me," I whispered in my prayers.

As I walked, I forgot to check in which building I need to enter.

I tried to call Olivia, but she declined my phone.

"Great," I looked around as I saw many girls were walking ahead of me as they entered the first building.

This could be the place, I thought to myself. Let's see; I followed them as I entered this beautiful piece of creation.

A big glass opened with welcome arms as the water was slithering from the sidewall showed another piece of glass architect.

The soothing fragrance filled my nostrils as my eyes caught a big sculpture placed in the middle of the hall.

Everything was expensive and perfect. It really filled my heart with love.

As I walked towards the reception, a cute blond girl with a perfect Colgate smile welcomed me.

"How can I help you today," she asked.

"I am here for an interview," I answered in a low voice.

Even if we were talking in a low voice, it echoed in the hall.

She smiled and told me to go to the top floor for further process.

I entered the elevator and saw other girls were busy in their touch up. A few of them settled their bra to reveal their boobs, some of them were busy making their hair.

I rolled my eyes. Is this even real? We are here for an assistant job interview, not to choose the top model.

We came out, and I was amazed to see there were hundreds of girls waiting for their call.

Are you serious? These may girls for a single job interview? Wow, it is a big brand. I was happy with the thought; at least I have Olivia to help me.

I submitted my resume over the reception as another lady told me to wait for my call.

It's been two hours. I waited long to hear my name. I was damn hungry as I thought to grab a quick bite.

They called my name.

"Alyona Marshall. Please follow me." 

With an empty stomach, I followed the beautiful pregnant lady.

 I could hear my stomach rumbles.

"All the best," she smiled and told me to enter the big door.

I knocked on the door as I heard the sound.

"Come in,"

I exhaled my fear out and lifted my chin with confidence. Let's go, Alyona Marshall, kill the interview with your knowledge.

I entered the room as my eyes roamed around and stuck of a dark silhouette facing his back towards me.

"Sit down," he answered tonelessly.

"What's your name again," His voice echoed in my ears.

He turned and walked towards me as the glare from the glasses revealed his face clearly.

"s**t," I extinguished.

My eyes popped out in fear when I saw him. This was the stranger to whom I kissed so passionately. Oh My God, I looked at him with a constant gaze without blinking my eyes.

How is this even possible? Am I going to be his assistant? My heart pounded thousands of beats per second.

"Excuse me. Are you listening?" He tilted his face over me.

I was roaming in my dreams, holding his hand, and something changed.  He snapped in front of my face.

"Yes, I am sorry," I answered in a low voice.

He looked perfect in his charismatic looks. Those hazel eyes were busy scanning my resume. I literally drooled over him for calling my name.

"Alyona Marshall, you don't have experience. We are hiring only the experienced ones," his voice called my name, gave me chills.

I bit my lower lip to stop my whimpered noise from coming out.

"Are you ok?" He asked again.

No, I am not. 

"Yes, I am applying for the first time after finishing my studies," I answered with my broken voice.

"I told you just now; we are hiring only the experienced ones," He answered me.

I looked at him with expected eyes to ask me something else related to this job.

"How will I get experience if you will not give me a chance to prove myself," I answered him without breaking the link between my mind and tongue.

He smiled and said,

"Stand up and move back," He pointed towards the wall.

I walked slowly with confusion.

"Turn around, excellent figure," He talked to himself.

"Fine, show me your ramp walk," 

What? What this ramp walk has to do with my assistant job?  And what my figure has to do with this job? Is he mad or something? I know you are handsome but are you smart also? I doubt that.

"Okie," I tried to walk.

Something I saw on TV these models use to keep their feet in one line and look up and walk with attitude.

I tried all these idiotic things, and the next moment I saw myself on the ground. He controlled his laugh by biting his lips.

I glared at him as my nostriled flared with anger.

"You are new; what's your size? And you really don't have a dressing sense." he literally humiliate me on my dress, even on the way I walk.

Size? What size? What is he talking about? 

"What size?" I asked.

"Your figure. Bra size? You have a perfect figure, but you need to work hard on your walk," he rolled his eyes.

This was my busting point. I am here for an assistant interview, and this man is asking for my boob and hips size. Is he really a man or a pervert. Olivia was right; he is a ruthless man who never respects women.

 I shrugged my shoulder and stopped everything he asked me to do.

"What the hell is this?  What kind of interview is this where are allowed to ask my bra size?" I literally asked in a raucous voice.

His expression changed completely as he glared at me.

"Who the hell are you screaming at me in my office," he threw my resume over my face.

"Go to hell," I picked up my papers and folder; Stomped my way out of his office.

At least I understood, all good-looking men are not smart. And I didn't understand why God blessed these shitty people with good looks. Is this some kind of illusion or trap to find yourself like a fool?

I walked out of the building and waited for the taxi.