Chapter6
1133 Words
Lana Mayas
“Thank you, Miss Mayas. We will get back to you through a message or phone call.”
“Thank you, ma'am.” I bowed gently as I stood up. I couldn't even see the interviewer's face because the space between us was covered by a white board.
“You're welcome. Have a wonderful day.”
She replied as I left. By the time I got outside, the next person for the interview was already walking in. I looked around the place, but there was still no sign of the guy I bumped into.
Could it be that something came up and he had to leave?
Remembering how he called me his short girlfriend made me smile and worry at the same time. He's probably the first friend I've made here. I know calling someone I accidentally met a friend is a bit too much, but what else can I call him? Besides, I don't even know his real name.
Knowing that he missed the interview made me feel bad because I had no idea what happened or why he didn't make it. I decided to spend the rest of the day here until the interviews were over. I don't know why, though. Maybe a part of me was still hoping to see him.
Since I had already finished my interview, I couldn't wait inside anymore, so I sat on one of the benches outside.
The sun was bright and scorching. It was the kind of heat that felt like it could literally peel someone's skin off. Resting my back against the bench, I realized I was thirsty and exhausted. Deciding to rest for a few minutes, I closed my eyes.
I don't know what happened next, but I dozed off.
The cold chill against my skin probably woke me up.
I opened my eyes only to realize it was already dark.
“Shit...!” I gasped and tried to stand up, only to feel something hovering above my head.
I slowly looked up.
An umbrella.
Grabbing it, I realized it wasn't some random umbrella. It was black and looked expensive. You could tell it cost a lot just by looking at it. The golden handle, the button mechanism, and the thick fabric all gave it away.
I looked around, but there was no one in sight. Matter of fact, the only person I knew here was the guy I bumped into, and he had already left that afternoon.
Wait...
A thought suddenly crossed my mind.
Could this be Magnus' doing?
Just the thought of it made my blood boil.
It has to be him. There's no other explanation.
The once beautiful umbrella suddenly became ugly in my eyes. I had planned to take it home, but the moment I thought it belonged to Magnus, I couldn't imagine keeping anything that belonged to him.
I grabbed my bag angrily and started to leave.
I hadn't even walked five meters before I stopped.
Reluctantly, I turned around and stared at the umbrella, which was still resting on the bench.
What if it wasn't Magnus?
Who says it had to be that godforsaken i***t?
There are plenty of people who would choose to be a good Samaritan.
Walking back to the bench, I picked up the umbrella and continued on my way.
As I walked down the road, thunder rumbled in the clouds. The wind grew stronger, and tiny droplets of rain began to fall.
I quickened my pace because I was still quite far from the bus station. I didn't have money for an Uber, so I had to take the bus. Right now, though, I was more afraid of the rain that was about to pour.
A taxi suddenly stopped right in front of me.
I tried to walk past it and ignore it, but it looked like it had stopped for me, so I slowed down.
“Hello, ma'am. Your ride is here.”
The driver rolled down his window and spoke to me.
“I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person. I didn't call for a taxi.”
I started walking again.
“Aren't you Miss Lana Mayas?”
Hearing my name, I stopped and turned around.
“Who booked you?”
“Someone. I was asked to take you home.”
The rain had already started pouring heavily. I had no choice but to get in.
I noticed that after everything that happened in my past life, I had developed a fear of rain.
I could still remember that night so clearly.
The rain had been pouring heavily when the accident happened.
“We're here,” the driver said.
“Oh.”
I looked out the window and realized we had arrived home.
I got out of the car and was about to leave when I decided to ask him one more question.
“Can I ask who asked you to pick me up?”
“Uhm... I don't know. I was only booked to take you home. That's all, ma'am. Have a good night.”
The driver smiled politely before driving away.
I dragged my tired feet into the house.
“You're back so late,” my mother's worried voice greeted me.
“Hmm. I waited for a friend, but I still couldn't find him. I'm tired, Mum. Good night.”
I dragged my exhausted body upstairs.
“I made dinner!”
“Tomorrow, Mum. I'll have it tomorrow.”
My feet felt heavy.
My eyes burned with exhaustion.
The moment I entered my room, my bag dropped onto the floor, and my body collapsed onto the bed.
The instant I closed my eyes, everything went blank.
“Wake up, Lana. Your phone has been ringing.”
“Lana, wake up.”
“Lana!”
I kept hearing my mum's distant voice.
I felt her place something in my hand before pressing it against my ear.
“I already answered the call for you. You can talk to whoever it is.”
“Hello, is this Miss Lana Mayas?”
“Hmmmmm...”
“Good. Congratulations. I'm calling from MOLKOV DE VOK HOTEL to inform you that you have been offered the position of personal assistant to our new CEO. You are to resume tomorrow for the final interview.”
“Huh...?!” I shot upright in bed as every trace of sleep disappeared.
“Per... per... personal assistant?”
“Yes, ma'am. Congratulations once again. We hope to see you tomorrow.”
The call ended.
Wait...
What just happened?
Am I hallucinating?
Or dreaming?
I punched myself.
Ouch... that hurts.
I'm not dreaming.
Then how the hell was I chosen to become the personal assistant to the CEO?
I didn't even apply for that.
I only applied for the position of auxiliary helper in the hotel.
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