?Faking It?
?by authoress Pinky?
?Chapter Five (5)?
Subtitle: {The interview}
Charlie’s Pov
“Charlie, right?” The young man asked me. He has being asking me this, for like the hundredth time. He wasn’t old and yet it felt like he was, due to how forgetful he was.
“yes sir.” I replied, trying not to be rude. I need the job like crazy so, if repeating my name continually will get me the job, then so be it.
This was the sixth place I’ve being to for an interview today. The other places I’ve being to, either rejected me or asked me for something impossible. Yeah, like se-x, okay?
I might need this job. But my pride still matters to me. I can’t sell my body all because of a job. Never.
“so…do you have any job experience?”
“yes sir. I worked as a waitress.”
“so what made you got fired?” He asked.
I hesitate for a while. What could be a better reason and explanation?
(tell the truth, dummy).
“i had some kind of issue with a customer. But i swear, it was all a mistake.”
He didn’t say anything but took in a de-ep breath. “what kind of mistake?” I didn’t say anything. After a while of awkward silence, he spoke. “anyway, that isn’t what matters now,” He grinned. “do you know what it means by, ‘give’ and ‘take?’ ” He questioned.
wait, what was he driving at? I hope it’s not what I’m thinking. ”yes?”
He leaned closer to his desk and grinned more widely. “you need the job, right?” I nodded my head yes, slowly. “good. So how about we make a deal.”
“what kind of deal, sir?”
“sir? Just call me, Lucas. That’s my name.”
”okay. But what are you saying, si…i mean, Lucas.”
He shrugged. “you need a job and i… i need a good se-x from a pretty lady like you. You und-erstand what i mean, right?”
What? Really? Must every male manager seek this from me? Or is ‘free se-x’ written on my forehead?
I stare at me, disgustedly. He disgust me, seriously. He should be ashamed of himself. I can’t even imagine myself on bed with a guy like this fool.
I pushed the chair backward as i got up to my feet. “thanks for interviewing me. But i don’t think i need the job again.”
“why not? You don’t want to have se-x with me?”
”can you please stop saying that word to me.” I snapped. “i don’t want to have se-x with you all because i need a job. I need you to judge me for who and what i am and not because of how good i am in bed.”
He smir-ked. “but that is what matters, dear.” He said.
”then forget it.” I turned to leave when he spoke again.
“you can never get a job like this. And besides, do you even have a choice?”
I glared at him as i got to the door. “go fu-ckyourself, dude.” And with that hanging on the air, i left the office.
What a jacka-ss. se-x? (*Hiss*). He wish.
****
I was walking down the road, looking so depressed and angry. Why do life have to be so unfair? Huh?
Before i knew what was going on, it started raining. (you see…life is really unfair).
Everyone were running to seek for shelter, while i chose to stand still. Why do i have to seek for shelter? Huh? My siblings did not even eat before going to school. God, my life is fu-cked up.
I stare up at the sky, the rain kept pouring, soaking my body w-et . I felt so cold but yet it felt so good.
“Hey.” I heard a voice from behind me. I quickly spun around and met the gaze of a blue eyes staring at me. He was also smiling.
He looks so familiar. Where have i seen him? I kept racking my brain, thinking about it when he spoke.
“from the restaurant.”
“oh, the guy who came with that arrogant son of a bitc-h.” I spat.
He chuckled. ”yeah yeah. And anyway, I’m Elvis and not the ‘guy that came with that arrogant son of a bitc-h.’ ” He smiled.
”alright, Elvis.” I replied. The rain was still pouring but it wasn’t falling on me and that was because a perfect gentle man was holding an umbrella over my head.
”no, you don’t need to cover me with the umbrella. You obviously need it too.”
“come on, I’m trying to help, okay?” I didn’t say anything. I mean, what am i to say to that? “let’s go over to my car.” I gave him a stern look, not still saying anything. ”it’s just for shelter, okay?”
I smiled. ”alright.” He started leading the way and i followed him from behind without saying anything to me as we got to his car and hopped in.
For some funny reason, i don’t think meeting Elvis was by coincidence. It felt like it was all planned out. TBC.