I straightened my hair for the 5th time. I was late, very late, like 30 minutes late for my interview. Like my day didn't start horribly, I was late for the most important appointment of my life.
I needed this. I needed this job to keep myself afloat in this sea of chaos. But I went to club yesterday and now I was late.
Damn you, Glenda!
"Ms. HushBarrow" my gaze shot up immediately to the receptionist. She pushed out that professional smile and said, "Mr Hilton just arrived his office—"
"Oh" I sat up and grabbed my bag. "Not yet, get just arrived, so he'll see you in a moment" she stopped and I dropped right down.
"Of course"
She then turned on her hells and returned back to her desk. I couldn't even be mad, I mean, I should be grateful if I even get called on.
Leaning back on
