It is funny how it all started with an interview
Meet Melanie Be-truth, a young adult who migrated to America for a new start and opportunities. Intending to use her degree to acquire a well-paid job to set her foundation in a foreign country, she m...
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The first impression is the point of view someone will have of you until proving otherwise and not everyone will allow you to prove to them you are not what you appear, So Milanie just get it right from the start. And thats what I told myself.
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The annoying sound of my iPhone alarming is nothing but torturing. Why did I set that alarm again? I took up the device only to realize Oh shit, Oh shit. It snoozed, It is now 7:30 and The Uber will be here by 8:20.
"Oh Lord", I bolted into the shower for quick bathing. The warm water running down my body and all I could imagine is those beautiful hazel eyes with hints of green and brown in them watching me, those big firm hands touching my rich melanin skin, What am I saying? I literally saw this nigga once, why am I daydreaming of him sexually? What is wrong with me? Stepping out of the shower I realized I wasted twenty minutes.
I threw on my robe and started my makeup. Deciding to keep it light I just drew my eyebrows and put on some mascara to make my eyes pop. Some face powder and lip gloss. Natural is always prettier.
I got dressed, accessorized, and left just in time for the car to park at my house.
"Good morning." I greeted
"Well hello, Youre on time." Well he stated the obvious. "Most people have me waiting for fifteen plus minutes." Well thats a shame.
"Time is money, It is selfish to be late especially on important occasions such as this one." Hopefully, that ends the convo. "I feel like an hypocrite because I am always late" And that caused him to burst out laughing.Hearing him laugh though, kind of put a smile on my face.
Thirty minutes later he pulled up to the building. Carters Manufacturing LTD, I did my research on them and am prepared for this interview. Hopefully, it goes as planned.
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The interview went smoothly but I had to wait since three other people had the same time as me. So disorganized now I only have forty minutes to get to Solace for the 2 pm interview and the funny thing is I dont have a ride. What am I gonna do? Lets leave it up to the universe, shall we?
Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. I decided to call my aunt but got no answer. So Emma please forgive me. I decided to call her next on the first ring she picked up.
"Hey Melanie, wazzup?" She asked
"I sort of need your help, I have an interview in forty mins and no transportation." I explained
"I can give you a ride." A voice from behind me said. When I turned around I found a man standing staring at me.
"Sorry, no thank you" determined to continue my convo with Emma. Who just randomly gives rides to strangers. Weirdo. Red flag up!!!
"So, as I was saying please come get me, I am at Carters manufacturing Ltd." I begged Emma
"Melanie I am like an hour away from your location right now, plus in bed, am sorry I can't help you in the way you want. You would be more than an hour late plus traffic. And I knew she was right. I turned around in defeat and smiled awkwardly at the gentleman,
"So you offered to take me to Solace?" I asked sweetly.
We began driving and I found myself crossing my fingers, cringing my eyes and silently praying to God that this man is not a murderer.
"No of course I am not a murderer but I might be a rapist. " as he finished that sentence my breath got caught in the back of my throat. Followed by panic attacks. I did not even notice I said that out loud.
"Holy shit, I am just kidding." He began to say but nothing was helpful until he hugged me and started rubbing my back. I found myself regaining steady breathing. So I pushed him away.
"Why would you do that, I am a woman for crying out loud and you are a man, a stranger at that and you made a rapist joke. Are you mentally ill." He must be a damn fool. "Just drop me off" I finished as I turned away from him.
No words were exchanged for the rest of the fifteen minutes drive. He pulled up to the building leaving me with ten minutes.
"Thank you" without waiting for a response I literally sprinted towards the door.
"Hi, good day." The receptionist was looking at me like, did you run all the way here from across the world? Ignoring her curious stares and my need to get fit, I told her about my interview.
"Oh, so you are Miss Be-Truth. This is your pass." She handed me a blue swipe card. "When you get to the elevator use this card to get into it and then go to the tenth floor. A receptionist should be waiting for you there." Now this is the level of organization I look towards working in. Everything screamed money and modern. The C.E.O is one rich bastard. Lucky him.
Looking down on my silver watch to see that I have five more minutes. So I made my time useful by freshening up. Apply more lip gloss, Powdered my face a little and I was now ready. Time to shine bitch.
"Hi, you must be Miss Be-Truth." What is wrong with these people. "Please take the last room on your right" The lady said looking to be in her mid-forty. I just smiled politely and did what was instructed.
Before I could knock, I heard "Come in"
I saw a man and a woman seated behind a desk looking totally professional.
"Nice to meet you Miss Be-Truth, please take a seat." Well she looks intimidating not as much as I am though so let's rumble bitch. "I am Mrs. Standford and this is Mr. Grey, Your interview is now in session"
"Nice to meet you both." I smiled.
"Now why do you need this job? Why this position? What can you offer? And most importantly, Can you keep your mouth shut?" I was a little thrown back by the last question but I won't let that show.
"I applied for this job because I know that I am a beneficial asset to this company. The position of personal social media manager is a position I will devote myself and time to. I need this job to provide for myself and my siblings. I wont cut into that well know professional language to make me sound as if I am the only one who is capable of doing this job but I know that I am the one who will do it better. History and statical data are my supporting evidence. I grew my social status on my own and I believe that my knowledge in this field and devotion to my work are more than enough to boost your social. Because delivering what is expected is an attribute I desire to uphold." With that last saying, I really hoped I answered all questions.
"But can you keep a secret Mr. Grey." spoke up for the first time.
"As a Jamaican, I say this with utmost confidence. See and blind, Hear and deaf. Meaning whatever saw wasn't there and whatever heard was just wind. So yes I can keep a secret."
"Well then Miss Be-Truth, We find you worthy of this position but to finalize this job position. You have to meet with the C.E.O whom you're going to be working closely with. A dinner reservation at 7 pm tomorrow. A car will be sent to the address you provided us with and the driver will have your number as well. All the best." This was too easy, They hardly look over the proof of qualifications, I know they already had my resume but Just four simple questions?
"Thank you" Without sparing another glance in their direction, I left the room not knowing if I should be glad or worried. Will I be meeting THE Solace or? "There is no OR" I quietly said to myself.
