Chapter 3

As I walked out of the elevator, I spotted another desk that had 'receptionist' on it just like the one on the first floor. Seated there, was a very beautiful brunette with hazel - green eyes, geez, does everyone here have to be gorgeous? I thought to myself as I took in her attire. I grey skirt, white button up, with a grey blazer to match with her skirt. She was wearing something simple, but looked amazing in it.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She asked while smiling brightly at me, at least she's nice, unlike the one downstairs.

"Um, hello, I've come here for the interview of the PA position for the CEO" I replied to her earlier question. "Please have a seat over there" she said as she pointed to an area that looked like a waiting area.

"Thank you" I told her while walking towards the chairs,

"no problem" she said to me before going back to what she was doing.

***

I wasn't the only one that had come to the interview of course, so there were other women, all beautiful, gorgeous, hour glass bodies- I think you've gotten the point - in short, they were models. From they're clothes to their jewelry, but what I didn't understand was what they were wearing. I know they were wearing clothes but, their shirts were either showing to much cleavage or hung around their bodies like a second skin, their skirts to skimpy, or their pants too tight. And we all know the reason why.

Twenty minutes later, a woman that looked around her mid forties with blonde hair that cascades down her shoulders, came out of the interview room and called me in.

This was it.

I hope I really don't mess this up.

I really need this job to help pay for my mom's heart condition and pay for my sister's college tuition. I really do need this job.

"Hello, my name is Nora and I'll be interviewing you for the position of the PA of Mr Alexander Knight." She said as she took a seat on the other side of the desk. "Nice to meet you Nora, I'm Amelia Anderson" I replied to her. "Please take a seat", she offered, and I obliged to her request.

The interview went on and on about her asking me questions

Obviously! It's an interview!

'Oh would you shut up!' I told my subconscious, as I was saying, Nora was asking me questions about my education, my old job and it went on and on like that until she told me she would give a call.

As I was taking the elevator down, I couldn't help but wonder why Alexander didn't interview me instead of Nora, I mean, isn't he the CEO? Oh well, maybe he was busy with some other stuff?

***

As I got out of the cab after paying, I walked straight up to Isabella's apartment and unlocked it with the key she got me, I really need to get my own apartment. I can't keep on depending on Isabella for everything.

I took of the attire I had on today, got into the shower and scrubbed my body clean with vanilla shower gel, of the toxins the day brought. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself with my soft, pink fluffy towel and walked out of the bathroom. When I got to my room, I changed to my pajamas which consisted of an over-sized shirt and a pair of basket ball shorts.

Snap! And that, my friends, was the brand new comb I just got today, snapping in half just because I was trying- and trying being the keyword- to comb through my 4c hair. *sigh*. Mental note: Looks like I'll have to get another one tomorrow. After many more tries of combing through my hair, I finally gave up and went to prepare dinner.

A few hours later, Isabelle came back from work and we talked up until Mark came back. After hours of talking, watching T.V and laughing, we decided to call it a night and went our separate rooms to sleep.