AFFAIRS OF THE HEART

Am always careful.

Evans POV

That morning i woke up on the wrong side of the bed.I had a feeling things were going to be different not different good atleast different bad. I never liked it when my morning started out like that. Unlike my normal bed Making routine today my bed was not quite cooperating. When one side finally corporates the opposite side couldn't. It took me almost half an hour to make my bed.My schedule was tight today. I had three interviews that day and two appointments.I guess thats what you get for being a freelancer. Although things were going fairly alright with Grace a part of ne yearned for Monica. It was almost six months since i saw her. I had missed her. Maybe that's why I was cranky and nothing was going my way that day. Nevertheless,I had to get my s**t together and get going.

I was almost late for my first interview.Being the person that Iam i had to make a good impression and that meant arriving atleast thirty-five minutes earlier. I need to get my head in the game.I need to ,or else I was going to mess things up.I know Monica already forgot about me so why am I allowing her to do this to me.Deep down I knew I was just wrong ,I knew she might have seen something on my phone thats why she was acting like that.I couldn't even find her at her apartment.

The panel was strict. All were men so I couldn’t charm my way through it like I normally did. It was bad enough that I was knocked off by my rather non-puntual timing but I couldn’t air my views since there was no talking ,atleast on my side.

The room was hall –like with five men sitted at the far end of the humongous table .Directly opposite them was a seat ,one seat and I assumed that was were I was supposed to seat.

‘’Goodmorning gentlemen, My name is Evans Kings and am here for the interview.’’

‘’Morning, sit down and lets begin,Shall we?’’

‘‘This is an observation interview.’’One of the gentlemen called out.We just want to see how you work,under pressure.’’

You can say that again cause I was clearly under pressure with the whole Monica issue and well it was just one if those days,you know.

I tok out my laptop and started analyzing the statistics of the form.I don’t know why but I could feel my face driping of sweat. It was unususal for me to sweat ,ever.I looked up to the topright corner of the room whwre the clock was and it was only half past eight .Was I perhaps sick ?

‘’That would be all Mr. Evans’’

‘’Sir ,I haven’t even started the data analysis I’ve just logged into the database.’’

‘’Yeah, We can see that, and it took you only thirty minutes’’

I could hear the sarcasm in his voice and my fist was ready to meet his face there and then

‘’But sir,’’

‘’We will reach back to you when we can , Good day.’’

I had never blown up an interview before,this was new. Bad new. My next interview was at ten and I was already feeling demotivated . This is all Monicas fault.

I took a cab to Grace’s coffee shop. I just had to see her. This day was proving to be a living hell and I had to see her. It was around nine o’clock when I reached at the coffee shop. So I had One hour before my interview which was a three minutes’ walk from campus grounds so it was near the coffee shop. As I entered the shop I looked directly at the corner of the shop and my worst nightmare had come true. I saw Monica and Grace sitting together ,laughing as they were having coffee. I almost had a heart attack. I could feel my blood rushing through my veins so fast that it made me dizzy. My heart was racing like a marathon runner . My vision became blurry, and I felt sick to my stomach. This is what my grandmother called a suicide mission . An Interpersonal invasion. I regretted going to the shop ,especially before my nest interview. I turned back as fast as I could so that no one could recognize me and started my journey to the firm.All questions you can think of were running through my head and I was where you can say between a rock and a hard place. My feet couldn’t hold my weight in the elevator and I was almost falling . I had to pull myself together to survive the next interview and my appointments. I went to the cafeteria and ordered a cup of coffee and sat down trying to recollect my steps. This was truly a roller-coaster I was not ready for. Apart of me wanted to go the bar but I couldn’t risk my interviewer smelling alcohol on my breath.

‘’Mr Evans,’’ I heard a soft distant voice call out.

‘’Yes’’ I looked at my left where the voice was coming from,It was the receptionist. A fine thing she was. A blonde. She was wearing her hair short,chin level and a tight-fitting dress that showed her curves.She was wearing silver heels that made her look like royalty.

‘’They are ready for you.’’

‘’Okay ,thanks.’’

I entered the room and the the set-up was the same as my last interview.  Even recognized one of the panel interviewers. ‘’Ohhh f**k me’’

‘’Excuse me ,Mr…..’’

‘’Evans, Goodmorning gentlemen.’’

‘’What did you just say,Mr,Evans’’ The angry interviewer from the previous interview interjected.

‘’Nothing , I said Bless me , I normally murmur a silent preyer before my every interview.’’

‘’Oh really, so you are a religious man,Mr Evans.’’

‘’ Lets just say , I believe In a higher power and I believe in the excistence og grace.’’

‘’Yes Grace, to those who deserve it.’’The interviewer retorted looking straight into my eyes.

‘’Grace, ofcourse , It’s like that ordeal is going to haunt me the rest of the day, huh.

It was like the universe was ganging up on me. Punishing me for what I did.

I never thought in a million years I would be caught in such a predicament. I was always careful.