Seeking Job
1276 Words
Back in the present, Delilah also gave her speech. Then they all received their awards and headed outside to celebrate.
As Delilah and Romina stepped out, flowers in one hand and plaques in the other, a familiar voice called out:
"Delilah Mheng!"
They both turned to see Wailey—Delilah’s younger brother—grinning like a model.
"Gosh! "This guy is embarrassing me with his ugly face," Delilah muttered loud enough for him to hear.
"Ugly?!" Wailey gasped.
"Don’t mind her," Romina said with a wink. "You’re too handsome for my taste." If we were the same age—or if you were older—I’d totally seduce you."
And she meant every word. Wailey was tall, handsome, with defined abs, arms, and that cocky smile.
"Awww Romina, you know you’re the best!" Wailey beamed, then ran to hug her.
"Your boobs feel bigger than before," he whispered into her ear.
Romina shoved him away and coughed awkwardly.
Delilah just facepalmed. Her brother was impossible.
*Monday Morning*
~DMade Company ~
Delilah arrived very early—she didn’t want to be number 125 or something ridiculous like that. But to her surprise, more than sixty people were already there.
She signed in, wrote her name, and collected her tag.
As she walked in, heads turned. People stared at her curvy figure, some with admiration, others with jealousy.
🗣️ "Is she here to seduce the boss?"
🗣️ "Why would she wear something like that?"
She was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a skirt that stopped just above her knees.
🗣️ "Actually, I love her shape."
🗣️ "There’s nothing wrong with her dress, you’re just jealous."
"Attention, please," someone announced as they stepped out.
"I'm Dana Andrew, and as you can see, I'm heavily pregnant. I can no longer continue working as Mr. Money’s secretary."
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"Since you all have numbers, I’ll call you in one by one. I won’t be calling the rest after this. I just came to inform you. There are other positions available, so don’t be discouraged if you don’t get mine."
"Number 1, follow me please."
Eventually, it was Delilah’s turn.
"Number 72!"
"Yes! That’s me!"
"Please come in."
"Oh, yeah. "I’m coming," she said, standing up and walking confidently into the room.
"Hi, I’m Delilah Mheng."
Just hearing her sweet, tiny voice, he already knew she was his type. The man looked up and smirked like anyone else seeing his crush.
Nice shape. Exactly what I was looking for, he thought.
“She’s hired,” he said, standing from his seat.
“But we haven’t even interviewed her,” someone protested.
“I’m sure she’ll do great. "My instincts are never wrong,” he said, then glanced at Delilah. "Just teach her everything she needs to know before you leave."
He popped a lollipop into his mouth, shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked out of the room.
What the heck, Delilah thought.
"You’re really lucky he hired you without even a single question," the former PA said. Delilah gave a shy smile.
"You start tomorrow. I’ll send you the schedule and everything you need to know. Be here by 8:00 AM sharp if you want to keep this job."
"Of course!" Delilah beamed, bowing her head slightly before walking out.
---
FJ Company
Romina had been in the interview room for over five minutes—shaking.
The interviewers just stared at her like she was some strange creature on display.
“Uh... I’m Romina Days,” she said nervously, forcing a smile.
She wasn’t usually the nervous type, but the ridiculously handsome guy staring at her was seriously messing with her focus.
“Do you have something to say, or should we send you out?”
The cool, deep voice sent butterflies straight into Romina’s stomach.
Damn, his voice is just as fine as his face, she thought, snapping herself out of the daze.
“Oh! I’m sorry, you’re just too handsome to ignore,” she blurted out with a flirty smile.
Roman Ramirez—CEO of FJ Economic and Finance—tilted his head slightly and said,
“Sit.”
She obeyed immediately, taking the chair in front of him.
“So, why do you want to work at FJ?” a strict-looking woman in glasses asked.
“Well,” Romina started, “I’ve always admired this company. It’s the biggest in economic and finance, and I’ve dreamed of working here. I believe everything I do and say will push this company forward.”
“That’s your only reason?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” she replied confidently.
“You can go wait outside until we make our decision.”
“Okay, sir,” she said, walking out with a mix of nerves and confidence.
Romina was sure she’d get in. And even if she didn’t—she was ready to use the back door if it meant seeing Roman’s face every day.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Delilah.
“Hbitchitch,” she grinned.
“Hi, baby,” Delilah replied, her voice practically singing with happiness.
“You sound giddy—wait… don’t tell me…”
“Yup! I got into DMade. No interview.”
“What?! Are you serious?” Romina nearly screamed.
“Hun hun,” Delilah hummed.
Romina was shocked. A major company like DMade hiring someone without an interview? Unheard of.
“Girl, your luck is unreal. I’m still out here struggling,” Romina sighed. “If I get in, we’re moving in together. My place is just 15 minutes from DMade and 30 from FJ.”
“Alright, Baby Mina. We’ll celebrate once you're officially hired.”
“Even if I’m not, I’ll ask Grandpa to pull strings,” she whispered, not wanting anyone nearby to hear.
“Yeah babe, I trust you.”
---
20 minutes later
“Miss Days, you're needed in the interview room,” a voice said over the speaker.
Romina shot up from her seat and walked in with confidence.
“So... am I hired?” she asked.
“Yes,” the woman in glasses replied. “You’ll start tomorrow as Mr. Ramirez’s personal assistant.”
“Really?!” Romina gasped with joy.
“Take this,” the woman handed her a stack of documents. “Know the rules and regulations by tomorrow or consider yourself fired.”
Romina grinned. “Don’t worry, ma. As long as I get to see that handsome face, I wouldn’t mind sleeping here.”
She meant every word. As long as she could be near Roman Ramirez, she’d practically live at FJ.
---
She got in her car, connected her phone, and called Delilah again.
“Guess what? I got hired—without the back door!”
“I knew you had it in you!”
“Where are you?”
“Home, duh. Packing to move in.”
“Okay, is your brother home?”
“Wait—are you coming to see me or my brother?” Delilah asked, suspicious.
“I don’t know... something about his flirting is kinda addictive.”
“You better not fall for that playboy.”
“If I wasn’t older than him, I’d actually consider dating him.”
“You need brain surgery.”
“Yeah, I know,” Romina laughed. But honestly, I had a tiny crush before. Now that I’ve seen the real one in my heart, that crush on Wailey is long gone.”
“You mean Roman Ramirez?”
“Who else?”
“Obsession? Is that you?”
“Come on, Dee. I’m not obsessed. I’m in love.”
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