BLESSED

Chapter 8

I wake up with the annoying noise of my alarm going off, patting my hand on the place that my phone should be, I turn it off when I find it.

Today is the day that is going to decide what will happen next.

Getting out of bed slowly so that I won’t get dizzy, I open my closet taking off a suit that I had because of a wedding that I went a long time ago, softly placing it on my bed I direct myself to the bathroom so that I can freshen up a little before going out.

Taking off my clothes from yesterday and hoping into the shower, I turn on the hot water, enjoying the feeling as it hits my skin warming it up and relaxing my muscles.

Freeing my blond hair from the bun that was holding it, I wash it, taking my time as I decided to wake up earlier so that I didn’t had to do things in a rush.

When I’m finally finished, I stay there for a little bit more, letting the hot water hit my head as I try to calm myself down.

Mine and my child’s life depends on this and it really has to go right or else I don’t know what I’ll do.

Being pregnant at such young age is not the easiest thing in the world.

Finally getting out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my small figure and head to the room.

Luckily I don’t have to iron the clothes so I have even more time to do things, I put on a black lingerie and a braw that matches it, a basic white shirt and the suit on top of it.

I brush my curly hair, making sure to not really brush it so that the curls don’t go away, treating it the right way so that it looks perfect before putting it up in a high bun. I have- no… I need to look good so that all of this goes right today.

Noticing that my hands were shaking as I made the bun, I breathed in and out trying to maintain calm as I stared at myself in the mirror and I must say that I did quite a great job on getting ready.

Walking to the door of my room and opening it after grabbing my purse I felt like confident that this was going to go right, it’s my only chance and I have to make through it.

I put my shoes on and walk to the car, softly closing the metal door as I sat down on the leader sit, turning on some music and simply vibing with it for a couple of minutes before turning to engine on and drive to the place where the meeting was.

My anxiety was up and down as I tried to stay calm as I drove, I never had to do this before but now I need a job so that I can take care of me and the baby, and still have supplies to keep going to school. I’m going to be busy as hell but that’s a problem for future me.

As I’m only going to be working for these months before my belly starts to grow, I think that I can save enough so that when the baby is born I can take a couple of months off before finding a new job or going back to this one if they accept it.

When I realised where I was, I was really close to the meeting building, just 5 minutes away, but then as I looked at the clock I noticed that I still had about 40 minutes before it is the time so I simply drove to the nearest Starbucks and parked there.

Getting out of the car so that I can go in the café that I’m already so familiar with, I walk to the balcony as ask for a latte, I’m going to go simple today and I’m feeling slightly sleepy so the latte might help me.

The woman who was working smiled happily as she wrote my name on the drink and went off to prepare it, she either really loves her job or that’s a very well done fake smile.

She gave me the drink and I answered with a small “Thanks,” and a smile placed on my lips as I sat down on a table next to the window, simply contemplating the view of the cars passing by and the noise of the city as I slowly drank my warm latte.

A lot of things were crossing my mind in this right moment but none of them could be put into words, the thoughts being all over the place, not even myself being able to understand them at this point.

Thinking about everything and nothing at all, that’s the only way I can find to describe what is going on in this tornado of thoughts that we so call mind.

I took a deep breath, convincing myself that everything is going to be alright and that me and my kid will be happy, even if we don’t have everything it’s still better than having nothing at all.

Standing up, after taking a good 15 minutes for myself I decide to go back in the car even if it’s just to be vibing to music for a while.

. . .

It was finally time to go to the interview, I took a deep breath before going into the tall building that was now in front of me, walking through the glassy automatic doors and meeting woman who looked quite busy as she was quickly typing on the dark keyboard of the computer with a phone on her ear, being held by her shoulder as she tilted her head to the right to keep it still.

She had a dark red hair and green eyes, she looked young but rather stressed as her brows frowned together creating wrinkles in the middle of them.

The woman noticed my presence and gave me a small smile as she signed me to wait for a minute, I nodded in response not wanting to bother the woman. She looked stressed, like someone was putting all the weight of the world into her hands and she wasn’t managing to hold it in.

After a couple of minutes she puts the phone down and gives me her full attention as she places her hands in front of her holding them in front of her.

“Can I help you?” She asked with a soft tone as a smile made its way to her pink lips.

“I’m here for the interview,” I said almost whispering, I wasn’t sure about what I should be saying when I came in here but based on all of the movies that I’ve seen.

“Oh yes, with Mr.Santos,” She stands up and signs for me to follow her. We get into an elevator and she presses the floor 69.

wow. seriously?

As the elevator was going up, I stayed silent looking at the floor playing with my hands nervously, but then the woman who was besides me started talking about how everything was going to be alright and Mr.Santos was quite easy going if you knew how to deal with him.

“Just make sure to refer to him as Sir,” she says and I nod as we finally reach the floor. She walked me to some blurry glass doors in the end of the hallway, we could hear some muffled voices, it didn’t sound like they were arguing but weren’t having a commun conversation either.

The red haired woman knocked on the door softly. “Come in,” a stern voice answered on the other side, making me nervous about how this whole thing would be.

When we walked in there was, what I assume, Mr.Santos sitting on his chair with a black suit, his eyes were bright blue and his hair almost as black as his suit, anyone could get lost in those eyes pretty easily so I need to be able to not stare for too long.

There was another man in the room, he had quite a jokefull expression on his face as a goofy smile was planted on his lips, the guy had blonde hair and green eyes, the opposite of Mr.Santos, they seemed to get along by the way the blonde guy is leaning on the table.

He looks at me up and down, now with a smirk on his face before turning back to Mr.Santos. “She’s hot,” he said as Mr.Santos face palmed making the blond guy laugh loudly before walking throw me and winking, going away right after.

“Don’t mind him, he’s a 5 year old child in a body of a 20 year old man,” Mr.Santos speaks as he rolls his eyes with a soft smile on his lips, he looked calm and easy going as the red haired woman had said before, but I was still quite nervous about anything that could happen.

Mr.Santos nodded to the red haired woman and she nodded back before walking away and closing the glass doors behind her. He signed me to sit down on the chair that was in front of him and I did as he said so.

I looked around the office, behind Mr.Santos and on his left was all a huge window with a gorgeous view to the city below, the high made it feel as if whoever was seeing it from this height owned it. All of the other buildings looked smaller and the people and cars looked like little ants, that were their own main characters in their individual story.

On the right side of the office was a huge black shelf full of books and documents and all other stuff, there was even a small cactus there and some candles, the wall behind it was black and actually all of the fortuniture was, matching with the suit that he was wearing, his vibe also looked kinda dark.

“Let’s get started shall we?” He asked as he picked a paper from his drawer, then focusing his eyes on mine, the intense glare making my heart skip a beat as I felt my blood freeze.

Something inside of me is telling me that even if I get this job, there will be a lot of other stuff that will make me feel nervous and not just the fact that I have to maintain the job, but also the fact that I’ll have to be the personal assistant of a man that looks like he was built by the Gods and has the worst temper ever. Even if he is smiling his eyes show no sort of emotion.

This was sure going to be challenging, but I have to survive these 6sih months so that me and my kid will be alright in the future…

I’m strong enough for this.