chapter 13

Hearing the alarm ring I jumped up in anticipation, wooo first day I'm actually happy about getting up but I may not get this job so I should try and stay pessimistic like I have been nearly all my life. Last night I had applied to millions of jobs and one had actually replied, Timber Corp. They are a blue chip company with an unbelievable amount of clients and amazing pay, thankfully I landed an interview for personal assistant to the main boss, Mr Santos. Inshallah it all goes well. 

I quickly had a cold shower and towel dried my messy brown locks. What the hell am I going to wear, I hardly have anything. Rummaging through the small wardrobe I discovered something hung in the back.

OMG this was from my last and only friend before she moved to Cali to go to college, she gifted me a few dresses and shirts even though I refused, she knew I hated dresses but said that I may need it in the future. I would wear them but unfortunately they're all short sleeved and I don't really like that, my arms are very very chubby.

Ignoring the dresses I grabbed my only pair of black skinny jeans and a black shirt, I picked up my one and only blazer and slipped it on top.

Ah I look good, not too formal but not too casual. I pulled my hair into a bun and then quickly put my hijab neatly on my head, finally I slipped on my glasses and black converse before running for the bus stop. The office is about 7 stops away and would take me around 30 mins to get there, thankfully I left the house at 2.30.

I reached the buildings at exactly 3 oh my lord the building is so beautiful. White decor with a a big black desk at the end of the room, many people littered the clean ground wearing high heels and fancy shoes, wow way to stand out for the wrong reasons Habiba.

I suppressed the nervousness in me and walked up to the main desk.
" Hi I'm Habiba I've got an interview for PA" I said professionally, the women nodded and clicked a few things on her computer. As she furiously typed I couldn't help but stare, her bright red hair contrasted with her ocean blue eyes, but it looked amazing. Some people are sooooo pretty.

" yes....Miss Deluca please make your way too the 50th floor and someone will guide you from there" I muttered a thank you and started to fast walk to the elevator. Holy shit there's 50 floors thank Allah for these elevators or I would have quit the job straight away. I ain't about the stairs life.

When I reached the 50th floor I walked towards the desk, the girl didn't even acknowledge me. All she did was point to a waiting room where a few other girls sat and they were all looking very.....indecent, please God don't tell me I applied for a stripper job by accident. I try my best not to judge people because its wrong, but an important job like this requires you to look professional all the time.

The girls gave me dirty looks and whispered to one another, turning to them all I smiled, if you cant scare them at first glance kill em with kindness. That's what I live by. Usually scaring them is easy because all I have to do is speak Arabic but I'm not trying to risk this job, although, it would be a sight to see.

" Miss Rose please enter the office" a girl with platinum blonde hair and thin red lips, sashayed into the CEO's office after he said enter, as she pushed her way into his office I couldn't help but stare, she has a nice booty not going to lie 

5 minutes later she came out looking like she just came out of bed, holy shit they just did the deed in his office. YA NASTYY. Is he an old pedo looking for some action, maybe I should leave. Dammit I can't. My anxiety level rose as more women entered his office.

It carried on like that until it was finally my turn, I nervously knocked on the door and heard a gruff enter. Entering the room with caution I looked up to smile but my mouth immediately dropped, holy shit on a stick he is mouth wateringly handsome. oh no what am I doing. His perfectly styled small afro made my knees weak.

BEEP BEEP BEEP HARAAM POLICE ARE ON THE WAY TO ARREST YOUR BRAIN STOP IT HABIBA.

Mr Santos looked at me weirdly.
" sit" he commanded, bruhh no I don't know where the STDs are in this room, I stood up straight and smiled.

" no thank you Mr Santos I would rather stand" he stood up from his seat and walked towards me whilst tying his navy blue blazer. His lean yet muscular physique standing out tremendously.

" well Miss Deluca I didn't ask you if you want to sit I said sit, now if you want this job I suggest you sit" dammit, whys he so commanding, I walked to the seat and used the hem of my shirt to pull it out.

After sitting so did Mr dick, he grabbed a folder of the desk and looked through it, I guess that's my CV.

After looking through it he threw it on the desk and glanced at me for a few minutes before finally breaking the awkward silence, he spoke.

" your hired, tomorrow 8 sharp, I don't do late. I want a black coffee with no sugar when you get in, Your dismissed" with that he looked back at his computer and started typing furiously.

Well k. I controlled my happiness until I got home, don't want to seem too desperate you get me.

" yasssssssssssssssssssssss" I finally have a jobbbb.