HOW TO SEDUCE A BILLIONAIRE

Job Hunting

It's been two days since I got fired and all I can think about is the dark-haired hottie in the bar. Of course I'm sad that I had to lose my job and whatnot but I can't just get those dreamy brown eyes out of my mind. They remind me of hot chocolate on a cold winter night.

I wonder who he is, What he does for a living, How he grew up, Where he grew up, His best friends, His past relationships.. Everything!

I want to know if he has a girlfriend.... Oops!

Guess I already know the answer to that one. I can barely remember our conversation from the other night but I think I heard him say something like his girlfriend cheated on him or something but I think his is like worse because it was with his best friend. He lost two of the closest people to him in one night. I don't envy him.

Reminiscing about that night made me think of what got me there in the first place and I feel my knees go weak.

I have sent over 50 application emails to various companies applying for whatever position I see vacant. I don't even care if I'm overqualified for it. I just tailor my CV to fit the description and I apply.

With my Bachelor's in Accounting and my years of experience, I'm not supposed to be scrambling and scavenging for low paying jobs in the market. I'm supposed to be receiving offers. But thanks to Juny's for not sending me off with a recommendation. They didn't even let me take my portfolio at the company with me. They said they'd do that when they are sure I'm mentally okay to resume job hunting.

The f**k?

I really need to figure out something soon. My rent won't pay itself, my groceries can't last forever. My savings have also been depleting faster than I can follow.

Just yesterday, I sent a large chunk of it to Atlas to cover some of his fees this semester. I haven't had the heart to tell either him or Aysha what happened. God! I need to get a job soon.

I get up to make breakfast before Jess wakes up to get ready for work. At least one of us still have a job. Jess has already told me not to worry about the rent and groceries. That she will cover it. I know she can easily do it but I have never liked taking handouts from anyone. I'm sure I will end up despising myself if that happens but it's good knowing I have that as an option.

She still feel guilty about the whole thing, convinced that talking me into destroying his apartment prompted him to get me fired. I know it's not entirely true. He would have had me fired anyway.

Jess walks out of the bedroom just as I finish making a meal of eggs, bacon and pancakes.

"Coffee?" She nods and I hand her a mug. She is dressed in tailored cream colored pants with a matching jacket. She has silver stiletto on and silver jewelleries to match. Her blond hair is also impeccably styled to one side. She also has nude makeup on which brings out her blue eyes and accentuate her facial features. She looks stunning.

"How do I look?" She asks, giving me a swirl when she notice me checking her outfit out.

I give her a contemplative look, assessing. "Is Billy coming in?"

"Don't say his name." She hiss at me.

I give her a look. "So he is coming in."

"I dress up like this everyday." She wave a hand at her outfit, flipping her hair as she moves to the table, taking a plate I have already fixed for her to the sitting room.

"Not like this." I follow her with my own plate and take a seat beside her.

"I thought you said you're done with him?" I ignore the daggers she is probably throwing at me with her eyes as I continue "Thought you moved on."

"I'm done with him." She said firmly, giving me a look.

"Okay."

"See." She began with a huff "I think he got a job at the company to get closer to me." I raise my eyebrow at that. "Well, I'm not sure but think about it, he can get better jobs at bigger companies but he is here Plus..." She starts to get a bit shy and I have a feeling she had rather not say whatever it is on her mind.

"He has been trying to get my attention since the first day. At first, it was flowers. He'd leave them at my station every morning before I get to work. Then he started writing letters. Like twice a week, he'd placed them under my computer. The thing is I haven't been receptive. I haven't given him any sign that I want to get back together. I have barely even talked to him, Anne. The only words I have uttered to him is to tell him to leave me alone. He looks so broken, Anne. I'm broken too. It's been six years but we are still so broken."

She looks like she wants to cry and I place my hand on hers, comforting her.

"I'm sorry." I tell her because I don't know what else to say. Even though I have gotten my heart broken, I know it's nothing compared to what Jess and Billy had experienced.

"It's fine. I'm fine. I have work." She said, gathering herself together as she gets up. Just before she walked out of the door, She took out a flyer from her bag and passed it to me.

"Check this out. The pay is good."

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I rummage through my closet, trying to find an appropriate outfit for my interview. I should have set out an outfit last night but I was so busy trying to get through the third season of Peaky Blinders. I later finished at around 2am and I was so tired to move out of the bed so here I am now.

My interview is by 10am and it's 7am now. I have 3hrs to find an outfit, get ready and be at the building. Enough time, right?

I finally settled on a black dress I got from Jason on my birthday, last year. It's supposed to stir up bad memories but the dress is too pretty for that. I barely even thought of Jackass Jason as I put it on.

I walk to the mirror to take a look at myself and I'm surprised how amazed I get everything I put it on. This dress is one of the few things he got right. It hugs my curves in all the right places. It has a plunge neckline that shows a little bit too-much cleavage but I reason I can fix that if I put on a jacket.

I proceed to tame my wild red curls, which is proving as hard as I already know it will be. I finally manage to get the majority of it into a bun and the rest of it, I left hanging - to frame my face. The bun wasn't smooth but it looks intentionally messy which is fine by me.

After a rather long time deliberating, I decide to wear heels. Look I hate wearing heels. Before meeting Jason and parading as his arm candy to certain functions, I had only worn heels twice - to my University graduation and to my mum's funeral. Any other occasions, sneakers will do.

I head to Jess's room to pick one of her heels to wear. Silver heels I have had my eyes on since the day she walked through the door of our apartment with them.

Jess's room as always is scattered, her clothes are everywhere, the doors of her closet are open wide, I even spot her running sneakers on top of her bed. I smile at the sight. Her poor level of organization used to cause a rift between us at the beginning. She promised to change quite a number of times but she never really did. I quickly learnt that's one part of her I will have to accept.

The heels I'm looking for are on her shoe rack. She clearly values it too much to let it mix with the chaos in her room.

I take the heels and put them on. I walk over to the full length mirror in her bathroom and I must admit, I look gorgeous.

Using some of her makeup on her sink, I did a simple casual look appropriate for an interview and I'm ready to head out. Walking in the heels at first prove a bit challenging as they are higher than what I'm used to but with a few steps, I master it. I pick up my bag from my room, checking again to confirm everything is intact as I step out.