Falling For My Husband: Again

Chapter 20

♣ Caley Collins ♣

“I'm really nervous, and I'm not gonna lie.” I told Charlotte who was sitting on the loveseat in my room, chewing her gum as she typed on her phone like she had no care in the world.

Which, sometimes seemed that way.

I mean, she was born in wealth and as an only child at that.

Unlike me, who had two younger siblings that depended on me to eat.

My younger sister, Saley was just nineteen and had to provide sisterly support for the youngest, Sarah, who was just fifteen years.

Since I couldn't be there for them, I needed to provide all their financial needs.

That was my main reason for coming to live in New York.

“Girl, if you don't get the job, know that there'll still be more opportunities.” Her nonchalant tone earned an eye roll from me.

“Thanks, but I want to get the job.” And I had to. “How do I look?”

“You look like you're going for an interview.” She scrunched her face as though disgusted even though she hadn't turned to actually stare at how I actually looked.

Again, another eyeroll. “I guess I'll take that as a compliment, so thanks.”

***

“Caley Collins, you're next.” A brunette called, staring at a file on her hand.

Standing up, I straightened the wrinkled on my black knee length shirt which tucked in the white shirt I had on.

The sound of my name sent a nervous feeling to me, and I found balls of sweat taking form on my forehead (though the company was perfectly air conditioned), sticking my hair —which I'd left to fall on waves over my shoulders to make it seem more work-like— to my forehead.

Oh geez, hopefully it doesn't speak of my nervousness.

As I headed towards the room, I said a silent prayer, hoping God would please listen to my pleas and help me say the right words.

My heels were the only sound to be heard in the silent waiting room where hundreds of other people waited for a job.

Oh God, please let me be the one picked out of this hundred of people.

When I entered where I'd be interviewed, all my mind and gaze could focus on was the dark haired beauty sitting on the chair, who would obviously be in charge of interviewing.

Her brows furrowed when she noticed me, then she turned to the brunette who'd called me in.

“Didn't I say I don't want anymore f*****g person? I said to send the rest home, I'm done interviewing for the rest of my life.”

She muttered, “I told him I didn't want to do this f*****g thing for him, but he still insisted,” but I caught it.

My mind and heart raced at an unexplainably abnormal pace.

She didn't want to interview me? Did that mean I wasn't getting the job?

I mean, there's no way I could if I was going home.

No, I need the money to pay for Saley’s college and Sarah's school necessities.

I needed to pay the house bills for them.

I needed this job.

Oh gosh.

Oh Lord, please help me, please help me. I can't go home like this.

“Okay Miss Anna,” the brunette started, respect evident in her tone, “I'll send the rest back home, but please let this girl be your last interview before I let the rest go, since I already called her in.”

Yes, please.

My entire body pleaded with her, but since I knew being too desperate might make her not actually heed, I instead just stayed unmoving, hoping things work in my favor.

The female I now knew to be Miss Anna, glared from the brunette to me, then back to her.

It was evident that if she interviewed me, she wouldn't even care about anything I said.

She'd obviously not give me the job for any second.

But the brunette seemed willing to fight for me. Like she wanted me to get the job.

“Jal, send the rest back home,” Miss Anna rose to her feet, startling me a little.

Wasn’t she going to interview me? Ma'am, please.

“Yes ma'am,” Jal said, staring at me as though asking what would become of me.

Oh Lord, please help me get this job. Please!!!

She started towards the door, her aura giving off nothing but wealth and sassiness with the wine knee length, braless and strapless gown she had on that accentuated her curves, showing an extremely indecent amount of her breast, only stopping to hide her n*****s.

Jal immediately trailed behind her, stopping when she did.

“I don't have time to start checking through all that'd been interviewed today, so give her the job.” With that, she left.

Wait, what had just happened?

Did I just get the job? Was I just given the job?

I got the job? I got the job! I got the job!!!

And didn't even need to be interviewed.

My insides felt shaky in shock and excitement.

Oh my God, thank you so much Jesus.

Jal turned to me in awe, as she headed towards me. “Congratulations Caley.”

I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or this was reality, but I'd just gotten the job.

And at a luxurious place at that.

What?!!!

“Do you know what you'll be doing?” Jal asked, sounding as surprised as I felt.

That was it. I didn't even know what my job was about and yet I got it.

I cleared my throat, not wanting to make it obvious I'd come for an interview without actually knowing what I was being interviewed for.

“So, you'll be in the entry-level and support staff where you'll work as a junior concierge by the front desk, and will be paid 2600 dollars a month,” she explained.

I nodded, still in awe at how easily I'd gotten the job.

Like what?!!!

***

“I can't believe it, it still feels like a dream.” I concluded my story on how I got the job, in the group call as soon as I'd left the hotel and was in a cab.

“That's so surprising, you're one lucky one, you know?” Cherry said, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I told you you'll get the job.” Charlotte didn't sound like she cared about the miracle in all this, as she just continued with her gum chewing.

At this rate, she was probably going to damage her teeth.

“Oh please,” a smile laid plastered on my lips, “you know you were telling me some dumb advice on how if things didn't work and all, I could get a job somewhere else and bla bla bla rubbish.”

“Hey, I was trying to be a good friend,” she defended.

“Well, I'm glad you got the job.” Marie contributed, seeming to have her concentration focused on something else.

“How's Germany going for you?” I asked the question she'd probably been waiting to pop up.

“Oh my, girl, you don't know how much fun I'm having at the moment,” she started, her face not really evident in the call as she was obviously walking and not concentrating on the phone.

“I'm sure you're having the best of fun at the moment.” Cherry added, smiling into the call.

“Yeah, you know, I'm taking a tour of the entire place and geez, girls, this place is lit.” She continued detailing about how much fun she was having and all.

But what I cared about at the moment was how great God had been to me.

I'd gotten the job. Wow.