chapter 2
1351 Words
~~khleo~~
I picked up my things from the ground. Looking at his body as he laylifeless on the bed, only the sound of his loud snores indicating that he was alive.
Dressing up quickly, I tiptoed out of the room, opening and closing the door gently behind me without making a single noise. It would be have been worse if I had woken the beast up.
I went into the locker room reserved for only strippers, pulled open my locker and got something less revealing to wear back home.
As I made my way through the hallways that led to the back door of the club. My mind raced in a different sync with my heart.
I had messed up big time!.
Fuck!!! I buckled my insides trying not to let the screams escape from my mouth.
I thumped my head with my hands several times. I felt like locking myself up, starving myself till the lights goes off my eyes.
But no!! I couldn't I was definitely sure.
I walked through the back doors and into the dark cold alley. All the streets lights had gone bad and the ones that hadn't totally gone bad were going off and on. I pulled out my phone from my bag, turning on the torch to guide me home.
Thankfully my house was just about a hundred fifty meters from the club, so I didn't have to walk for long and certainly did not have to board a taxi.
Soon I was in my apartment, I pulled the keys out of my bag, inserted it into the locks. It made a clanging sound as I pulled open the rusty steel door.
I was supposed to live low, that was what undercover entailed. Disguise!
I flung my bag on the couch as I crashed into it, closing my eyes. For a moment I appreciated the serenity of my apartment that was devoid of jamming music, the stench of alcohol and weed.
As the thought of the night flashed through my mind once more. I closed my eyes wishing that my memories could be wiped .
I want my memories wiped!!!.
I stood up heading for the fridge.
Yeah! I needed some alcohol and smoke. I smiled, reassuring myself that it would help me pass the night.
I pulled out a stick of cigarette from my bag and lit it up. With a bottle of beer in my right hand.
My night had ended up with several more bottles.
I woke up feeling wasted. The bright sun shone from my large windows, that had the curtains rolled to one side.
“Yeahhhh! Morning, I'm awake.” I said to the imaginary whatever that was standing by the windows.
Ouch! My head hurts badly. Was I hit? I asked myself looking down on the side of the bed. Several bottles of beer laid on the ground empty.
Oh Khloe! Don't tell me you drank all that, What!!! For goodness gracious sakes, come-on!
I managed to crawl out of the bed and into the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee from the maker.
What a night! I heaved and yawned loudly.
I was done drinking the coffee and yeah I felt clear headed. Okay… so what's next? I had blown up the other plan. There had to be a another plan A. I ran my hands over my fluffy full hair, sinking into the couch.
I laid my head on the couch, with my eyes closed, skimming my mind for the next possible action.
First I was sure that he wasn't going to recognize me because my make-up the previous night was made out of proportion to conceal my identity. I had even worn a different wig and the silhouette had enhanced my height so yeah, he couldn't recognize me.
So Khloe, that takes you to switching to the next identity. I checked through his most visited places and Gloves Diner struck a blow.
Yes!!! You can apply as a waitress.
I stood up walking around the living room with the pen in my mouth. Looking at the ceiling for some sort of inspiration.
He visited the Diner regularly, at least thrice a week. He used to have his dinner there and some business meetings. So yes! That was a good catch.
Alright! alright, what's next? I asked myself feeling satisfied.
Let's get you a forged work Resume! We are gonna storm that Diner and get the job. I said to myself reassuringly as I clasped my palms together, nibbling on my lips.
I applied online for the position of the waitress. Waiting to be called for an interview. My resume did seem eye catchy, as I was sure that I was going to get the job.
It was 2 days now and I hadn't heard a word from them. I became sad. I buried my head into my palms with tears almost trickling down my eyes.
Nothing was just working and I was beginning to feel frustrated. There was a beep on my laptop. The message read…
HELLO MRS KHLOE, YOU'VE BEEN SCHEDULED FOR AN INTERVIEW 24hrs FROM NOW.
Oh my!!! Lord Jesus, s**t!!!! I was so happy that i didn't know what to say.
Yeahhhh!! My little win had to be celebrated with a stick of cigarette and a bottle of beer.
Just one, just one ok!! I said to myself as I hopped around the living room towards the fridge.
***
The blaring sound of the alarm knocked me off my sleep. I squinted my eyes looking at the digital numbers on the body of the clock that screamed 6am.
The interview was by 7am!!!
In as much as I hated being woken up early, I had no choice. I cursed the pretty object as I went for the bathroom.
Within less than 30 mins I was done bathing and dressing up. I applied a little make up over my face and took one more glance at the mirror. My formal dressing looked archive. I was used to wearing uniforms and casual mofties not formal dresses.
I picked up my purse as I swung open the door, locking it behind me.
The diner was about 5 minutes from my apartment so yeah, I wasn't going to be late. I ran my hands through my hair as I arranged it in it's intial form before I had gotten into the ride.
The diner was bigger than i had seen in pictures. The arrangement of chairs and tables were formal. The environment , the menu, every single thing spoke volumes about the owner.
“Miss Khloe??? do have a seat please.” A voice interrupted her appreciation of the environment. She smiled at the pretty woman who she could see the crown of her head.
“Hi Ma'am, yes please, Miss Khloe.” I said as I sat down, placing the bag on the table and my hands clasped over my laps.
Beneath the woman's articulated use of English laid an Italian accent. She just couldn't hide it enough, I could tell. I smiled enjoying how she spoke with so much ease. I could tell that she was probably the Human Resource Manager.
“No more questions I promise you. You'll get our replies in the next 6 hours.” She smiled as she stood up hand stretched for a shake.
I really did hope that her replies would be affirmative. I needed the job!!! At least I wasn't going to have to wiggle my ass and show my t**s in a club anymore.
I got home, glancing at the time every single second. I was getting agitated. It was one shot I had. The next one was certainly going to take my a month or two to pull.
Oops!!! I heaved heavily. Seemed like I had been bottling it Inside.
8 hours, nothing??? Didn't I do well during the interview? My mind was racing with several possibilities as to why I might not get the job.
Another beep!!!! My heart stopped as I clicked open the message.
Yes!!!! I had gotten the job!!!!!!!!!
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