My Plus Size Secretary For Christmas

CHAPTER 2 🎀

Mika Pov.

While lying in bed, I was devouring a pack of potato chips. I still had last night’s makeup on. My eyes were sore from crying, but I didn’t care anymore. I hadn’t opened my social media today — I knew I’d only see Ezraela there. I had no intention of seeing the success that should have been mine. What happened last night was embarrassing, yes, but it wasn’t me who should feel ashamed — it was them.

After that night, I spoke with Morti and resigned. I didn’t want to see my worthless manager’s face again. He discarded me so quickly, as if I had no value, like trash you throw away after using.

At least these chips were loyal and brought me a bit of joy — unlike my ex and the management who just used me.

I heard my phone ringing beside me, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. All I wanted was to rest, eat, and forget the people who hurt me.

The chips were almost gone. I reached under the bed to grab another pack from a small storage box, but the door suddenly opened, and in came Sharon, my best friend.

“I’ve been calling you for ages!” she shouted, clearly annoyed.

“I’m resting, Sharon. What do you need?” I complained.

“Rest? You didn’t even take off your makeup last night. Get up. Devereux is hiring. You need to get back to your life. Apply for the job so your education doesn’t go to waste!” she said, hands on her hips.

“I need a break. I don’t care if they’re hiring or not,” I replied listlessly.

“You’ve been on a break for a month! Don’t let them think you’re a loser. Get up!” she shook me.

“Stop it! You’re making me dizzy!”

“Fine! But get up and get ready. I’ll take you there.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

“You’re so slow, hurry!” she said, dragging me to the bathroom.

“Take a proper shower and look presentable!” she ordered. I had no choice. Sharon might be the pushiest person in the world. But even though she annoyed me, I knew she loved me. She was the only friend I had left, and for that, I was grateful.

An hour later, I was ready. Sharon drove me to a huge company building. Yes, I was a model, but I also graduated with a degree in Business Administration. I knew how to sell and negotiate, which is probably why Sharon kept insisting I apply.

“Go inside. I’ll pick you up in two hours. The line is long,” she said.

“Seriously?” I slumped my shoulders. “I should be resting at home.”

“No more resting! You need purpose in your life. Even if you’re rich, you need to stay active! Plus, these are investors. There’s a chance they won’t be like your ex-management who just used you.”

I sighed. “Alright.”

I opened the car door and got out. “I will text you when I’m done. Pick me up, okay?”

“Fine!” Sharon said. “See you later! I know you’ll get the job. Go!”

She sped off. She was crazy for ruining my day off like this.

I entered the massive building and was impressed by its wide, elegant interior. The guard greeted me, but I only responded softly. I wasn’t in the mood. My spirits dropped even further when I saw the long line.

“Excuse me, where’s the line for the secretary position?” I asked a thin woman. She suddenly reminded me of Ezraela.

That b***h.

She rolled her eyes. “This is the line for secretary applicants. Are you applying too? If I were you, don’t bother. You’re just wasting your time. Secretaries need to be thin and sexy.”

I rolled my eyes back at her. I didn’t like her tone.

“Yes, and you? Are you applying to be a janitor here?” I asked with a sarcastic smile.

“What?!”

Her ears turned red with anger. “Do you really think someone as FAT as you will get the job?”

Her words echoed in my head, but honestly, they didn’t hurt anymore. I knew I was prettier than this woman.

“I’d rather have my body than yours. Sure, your body’s nice, but your face isn’t — and neither is your attitude,” I shot back.

I saw her eyes well up with tears. Was I too harsh? Or did she deserve it?

“F*** you, b***h!” She lunged to grab my hair, but the guard stopped her.

“Sorry, miss. Violence isn’t allowed here. You need to leave if you’re just going to fight.”

“Seriously?!” she yelled, struggling against the guard.

“Ma’am, please come with me before we have to drag you out,” the guard said.

She stormed out, glaring at me. I didn’t know if I should feel sorry for her or laugh at what had just happened.

I was polite, yet she set the fire on me. And I fought back.

It took an hour and a half before my interview. There were many applicants — women as slim as the models I used to work with. Most of them wore confident smiles, while my patience was wearing thin. Honestly, I hadn’t planned to apply. This was Sharon’s fault.

When my name was called, I took a deep breath and entered the interview room. I sat in front of a strict-looking woman in business attire, who seemed to be half-Japanese and around my age. I hid my nervousness and chose to stay calm.

“Good afternoon, Miss Mika. Are you ready for the interview?” she asked, scanning me from head to toe.

“Yes, I am,” I replied confidently.

“First of all, I’m Yumi, your interviewer today. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She asked questions about my background, skills, and previous work. I answered clearly and formally. I tried not to show my nerves, but inside, I wanted it to be over. I didn’t know why I was in a company unrelated to modeling, but I wanted to prove to myself that I could succeed outside the modeling world.

As I spoke, I noticed Yumi smiling. I felt at ease with her. She wasn’t like the women outside. It was as if she couldn’t believe a former model was sitting in front of her, showing off her skills in a corporate interview.

After twenty minutes, she nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Miss Mika. Please wait in the lobby for thirty minutes. We will announce the results shortly.”

I thanked her and left the room. Walking back to the lobby, I felt the weight of everyone’s eyes. Most applicants were as thin as I used to be. The old insecurities crept in, but I pushed them away. I wasn’t that person anymore. I was Mika, and I would break those standards!

I sat in the lobby, waiting. A staff member offered sandwiches, coffee, and juice. I took a juice, but I wasn’t hungry. My mind raced with thoughts of what would happen next.

After thirty minutes, Yumi came out. The applicants sat up, excited and nervous.

“With all due respect,” she said, “we carefully reviewed who deserves to be Mr. Kross Devereux’s new secretary. The final decision came from him.”

I didn’t expect to hear my name.

“Miss Mika has been chosen as his new secretary.”

My jaw dropped. Me? I got the job? I hadn’t even taken the interview seriously. I was shocked, but part of me wasn’t. I knew what I was capable of.

As I processed it, I heard the other applicants whisper.

“Seriously? Why her? She’s so fat. She’ll struggle with the job.”

“True, it’s surprising they chose her.”

I winced but couldn’t resist facing them. I smiled sweetly.

“Sorry, but next time, try harder. Nowadays, it’s not just beauty that matters — you need brains, too. Maybe try using yours, if you have any.”

I heard grumbles, but I ignored them. How dare they judge my body.

Yumi cleared her throat. I thought she would reprimand me, but she smiled and nodded.

“Let’s go, Mika. I’ll take you to Mr. Kross.”

“Okay, thank you,” I said calmly, leaving those women gaping in the lobby.

Walking beside Yumi, I felt a confidence I hadn’t felt in a long time. I wasn’t the old Mika who hid behind insecurities and fear. Now, I would face this new chapter of my life with my head held high.