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The hustle and bustle on the road while I was on my way back home was enough to keep me distracted for a while. Maybe I could go shopping with Emily later today, or we could go grab lunch or anything else to keep me occupied at least.
“I need all the tea." Emily threw me a disapproving glance with one hand on her hip before I could barely make it into our apartment.
“I’m sorry I left without a text or call” I sighed, throwing myself on the couch.
"Yeah Yeah" Emily lazily replied rolling her eyes at me.
“Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me; I’m seriously sorry,” I said without even looking at her face.
I know that after every ‘Yeah Yeah’ statement she makes, she follows it by rolling her eyes. We have been friends since middle school, and that’s one of the many things I know about her.
“Mia, where did you go? You had us worried. You were all moody when we got to the bar. And shortly after you told me you would meet us on the dance floor, you disappeared.”
"Oh yeah” I sighed. remembering we actually went to the club with Emily’s friends from work. Tessa and Kimberly.
"So, I was honestly about to join you all, but then I met this guy, and one thing led to another.” I narrated the whole story to her, “Oh my, Emily, I went home with him.” I sprouted up, rubbing my forehead.
“Wait! That’s great news!” Emily’s reason for beaming had me completely clueless.
“How is that great news?” I gave a perplexed look. “I don’t think you heard me right, though. I spent the night with a stranger, and we had s*x. Someone I know nothing about Emily.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m just shocked, or rather glad, that you entertained another guy, since, you know…” Emily settled on the couch.
I knew exactly what she was referring to. It’s been 6 months since I had my messy breakup with my ex, Thomas. And to be honest, I’m still struggling to get over him. I haven’t been on any date with anyone in the past 6 months.
I haven’t entertained anyone.
A couple of months ago, I started wearing a fake ring to work because my boss just wouldn’t let me. He kept trying to woo me, and I wasn’t having it, so I had to improvise with the ring and trust me, the ring didn’t stop him. It only made him aggressive.
Settling beside Emily on the couch, I rest my head on her shoulder and wonder how rocky my life has felt in the past few months.
The breakup.
My boss is trying to harass me.
Being unemployed.
And now yesterday’s event.
“I’m still not entertaining men, though." I sigh loudly. “I don’t see myself getting back to the dating market in a while,” I completed.
“Whatever you say pumpkin. By the way, I made oat” she tapped me.
“Oh! You’re the best, Emily."
We later went out for lunch and decided to do a little bit of shopping, seeing that a few stores were on sale. And of course, Emily brought up the conversation of this morning again.
“So?" was how she started the conversation, winking at me. “Was it good enough to keep that disgusting Thomas out of your mind for a bit? You know... a little something to keep your mind occupied for now,” she winked at me again.
“Gosh, Emily, stop winking at me.” I blushed.
Unlike her, I’ve never really been one to talk about these things. I’m naturally super shy, and things like these just make me uncomfortable. If Emily were in my shoes, she wouldn’t mind answering these questions on national TV.
“But you are blushing,” she giggled, and she playfully nudged me to the side with her elbow.
“Why are you this excited?” I laughed back at her. “But to answer your question, I didn’t expect anything less from him. He was like one of those guys you only see in magazines: perfect body, charismatic, and confident. The type of man that would make any woman weak to her knees to the point where they unbuckle.”
“Oh, girl, I’m jealous?” Emily mentioned it with dreamy eyes.
All I could do was laugh. Such a silly girl.
“It's crazy how I can’t get the whole night out of my head. The stamina we both had was out of this world.”
“Was it awkward when you both saw each other this morning?” Emily questioned.
“As if!” I rolled my eyes. “I woke up alone. He was nowhere around. No sign of him anywhere.”
“For real?” Doubt was all over her face. “Did he leave a note or anything?”
“Nope, but at least it wasn’t like he threw me out of his house. So that’s a plus,” I said to her as we proceeded with our shopping.
Seeing that I also had an interview I wanted to kill on Monday, I decided to buy a certain perfectly tailored maroon pants trouser I spotted on a mannequin.
The weekend passed like a breeze, and the next thing I knew was Emily disturbing my sleep. I glanced at the clock. It was way earlier than the time I had planned to get up.
"Emily,” I groaned, putting the pillow over my head. “It’s way too early,” I said to her.
“The 1 hour is to make sure you get there in time, in case of any form of delay; now get up,” she said firmly. “I’ll make you breakfast," she stated while walking out.
“Uhh, sometimes you act like my mom,” I groaned as she left the room.
It was earlier than my usual wake-up time, but I had a special reason to rise early today.
Right after showering, I stood before the mirror, speaking words of positivity to myself to ignite my determination mode.
I blow-dry my wet chestnut hair and put it in a sleek ponytail. Then I apply minimal makeup, a bit of foundation, and powder, along with some blush, mascara, lip pencil, and lip gloss. Of course, I also had to tame my brows and sleek them down; there was no negotiating that.
I pulled up the maroon wide-legged pant trousers I bought the other day and paired them with my cream-colored silk shirt.
Completing the look with my black 6 inch pointed-toe stilettos which gave my appearance the right amount of sophistication and professionalism.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee started to fill the space. Emily had prepared a hearty breakfast of French toast, eggs, bacon, and sausages. And I could tell she used smoked sausages, my absolute favorite. She arranged it all on our small dining table, creating a welcoming and encouraging atmosphere.
A vase of vibrant flowers stood as a centerpiece, adding a touch of positivity to the room.
"Aww, Emily, I could cry right now. You are simply the best; thank you so much," I say to her with so much sincerity.
As I left the apartment, I noticed it was still pretty early. But like my mom always says, it is always better to be early and prepared than late and tense.
I hailed the first taxi I saw and gave him directions to the most prestigious tech company I had an interview with.
My mind raced with anxiety and anticipation. And finally, he halted at a tall building towering with innovation and ambition. The lobby was a blend of sleek modernity and professionalism if that makes sense. It just reeks of pride—the type of place anyone would be proud to refer to as their workplace.
"Hi, good morning,” I said to the receptionist with a smile. “I’m Mia Warren, I’m here for the interview."
She glanced at me with the coldest look possible while punching her keyboard.
“The interview doesn’t start until an hour and 30 minutes. Go have a seat," she said, pointing to her left, where a couple of velvet couches were placed.
I nod and do as she says, wondering if everyone here has the same attitude. I decided to use my spare time to rehearse my introduction and try to answer some more possible interview questions. In due time, I was called to head up to the 3rd floor for my interview where I sat alongside other applicants.
“Ms. Warren. You are up next,” a blonde lady with a folder in her hand said.
The door to the interview room swung open, and my world stopped for a moment.
It was him.
The man from the other night.
The same piercing blue eyes and confident posture.
I was staring directly at the man I had steamy s*x with the other night!
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