The Things We Do For Love

"Nayla Quinn if your ass didn't get out of my car and put itself of the inside Chair of that interview room I will drag it by myself and believe me when I say I will do it." It's a good start to describe how Fierce Nayla's aunt is. Although She may look harsh or even hard on the younger girl nevertheless, Nayla is her favorite precious niece out of the three of her brother's daughters. Maybe the bullying which she was experiencing at home from the three witches of mather and two sisters. Maybe she was the purest, kind, smart of a girl you may ever see. Whatever the reason is, she still loved her the most. Though, she wanted her to apply as an intern for a designer job in the IT company she works for in the HR department. Nayla was a genius in designing and editing. She has always been famous in her high school that she can play with any photo. She can't remember any time she entered Nayla's room and didn't find her with her laptop on the bed. As if this was her little kingdom. Usually, once her aunt came to her house, she would run downstairs to her. Clinging beside her for hours, talking non-stop. Lately, after her dog died, Nayla has been... What the right word?...yes...Away. Sleeping for long hours. Not talking. Not... Living. Her aunt even asked her to move out of this s**t house to hers. She refused. No one knows why. She is 23 for God's sake she can Separate by her life from others. Yet she surrenders herself to the hell hole. Thus, once her company asked to intern she pushed her stubborn niece to come out of her shell. Yet, right here. She is withholding. Literally, the older woman had to coerce her to come. "I said I don't want to. I am very satisfied with my online job. Why I have to get up in the godly hours and wear formal clothes I don't like to meet people I don't wanna see?" Her Aunt folded her arms over her chest in mischief. "Oh ..so you would like to see your mother and the hell sisters than go to work every day” Nayla didn't say anything for a few seconds then she opened her door and went down. " Fine, you made your point." "Come on its almost your turn." Once they stepped in. The secretary called her name. "Nayla Quinn. Please follow me in". The interview room was spacious with white and grey battled together with each other to dominate the room. The AC was lower than normal lead to a shiver to run down her body. With a single chair in the middle and an enormous desk and a man behind it. With his firm posture, he was sitting with his both hand interlocking with each other over the desk. His honey eyes were... Mesmerizing. They shone with sun rays who quarreled to inlight them. Mixed feelings. His aura scared her. She was sure he is someone no one mess them. "Please, take your seat." His voice poured out authority and confidence. She did as he told. He went throw the Cv's in front of him, a look of confusion appeared. "I am sorry miss...." "Nayla Quinn." "Miss Nayla Quinn. I supposed the secretary messed with the queue when she called you in. According to the next Cv you supposed to be Adam Knox and I am sure you are not him." Although the mock, his facial expression never changed. "No, she was right. it is my queue. I didn't get my CV." "Can I ask you why is that? This may make you look not serious about this job. Even as an intern we have specific qualifications and standards you need to reach. Yet, you failed in two things from the moment you entered.". She wanted to ask what were those. Regardless, she didn't care less. She wanted to run away from here. Traped... yeah, that's the right word for what she felt.