President Denver's Twisted Romance

ELIZEI’S POV I could barely concentrate on anything as I took the train to Denver Group. This is the third interview I’m having in one week and I just hope this one turns out different from the rest. I remember getting tongue-tied while being asked questions that I already knew the answer to. I smile as I think of how my life is falling apart. My name is Elizei Hope, and I am the only child of my parents who had just been murdered three months ago. Right now, I look like a shadow of myself. I used to have everything. Just three months ago, I had everything until my uncle, Lazarus, called me to his home to break the news of my parents' death to me. It felt like a dream. Everything happened so fast. My parents were buried, and his brother, my uncle, took over the stead of my father’s company, which he built from scratch all by himself to become the biggest company in the city. Who didn’t know about Hope Ventures? I can go on and on about how influential my father was, but I’ll save that for later. Uncle Lazarus lied to me. He told me that bad people were after my father’s company and that I was too young to handle them, so he had to help me until the situation was handled. He said I would take over the company as soon as he chased all the bad people away, and I believed him, unknown to me, that he and his wife Cecil were the bad people. On the night of my uncle and aunt’s wedding anniversary, I was lured into one of the rooms in the Grand hotel venue, and someone strong with a powerful aura, forced himself on me. I don’t even know how it all happened because, thinking of it, I must have been drugged heavily. The following morning, I found myself in my bedroom in my uncle’s house, while my uncle threw several photographs at my body, calling me a w***e. I didn’t understand at first. Me, a w***e? How? I took the pictures and looked at them, only to see myself clad naked with the arm of a man across my body on the bed in a luxurious hotel room. “While I was celebrating my marriage to my wife, were you busy sleeping with my guest? Where did you learn this? Under my roof or my brother’s?” My uncle slut-shamed me so much, I lost myself instantly. From that day onward, my life took another turn for the worse. Mind you, I was still mourning the death of my parents, crying over them day and night. My pictures spread all over the internet and my phone was blazing with texts and calls. The comment section of my social media was like a war front with everyone giving their opinions about me. I couldn’t handle the shame and embarrassment I faced, and so, less than one week later, I ran away with the savings I had. I came to this new city, Maxil, three months ago. I had enough money to sustain myself until I found a job, but for a very weird reason, I was not getting any jobs despite my outstanding qualifications. I am currently headed to Denver Group. After several job interviews which I have mysteriously failed, Denver Group seems like my final hope before I start looking for a shelter to live in or hook up with one of the homeless people on the street. The train comes to a stop at the terminal, and I hop out with the last bit of hope in me. I walk a few blocks and take a turn to my right, and then what do I see? Denver Group. The building is intimidating, so intimidating, I almost turned back. If I have failed all the interviews in companies smaller than Denver Group, what is the assurance that Denver Group will choose me? Honestly, I am tired of the whole thing, and I’m about to give up, but something in me makes me give it one last try. What’s there to lose anyway? I enter Denver Group and the wall clock in front of me tells me I am already two minutes late. Right! My failure is already assured, I started to say to myself. I walk towards the lady at the front desk who welcomes me pleasantly and directs me to where the interview will be held. “You must hurry dear. You are late already and the boss hates being late.” The lady at the front desk drives me to hurry up. My entrance into the office was dramatic because other candidates looking for the same job were already sitting and waiting anxiously, and the atmosphere was so quiet. I wondered if we were in a morgue, interviewing to watch over corpses. Well, I slid in, thanking my stars that none of the employees noticed my late arrival. Thirty minutes passed with each candidate before me, entering an inner office for their turn at the interview. I didn’t know what or who was inside the interview room, and I didn’t care. I just wanted to get it over with and move on, so I absentmindedly scrolled through my phone. While I was busy in my own world, waiting for my turn, I didn’t know that the boss whom the front desk lady had warned me about, was standing in front of me. I felt a domineering aura around me, so I looked up from my phone, only for me to see the deep amber eyes of a tall and finely built and deviously handsome man staring at me. “Get out!” His voice is low and mellow, yet affirmative and intimidating. Like a squirrel in the wild, I pack my bag and documents and scamper out of the office, heading home with tears in my eyes. I had failed the interview, and might have to settle for less, or else I would return home to Uncle Lazarus and his family.