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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She lead me up the stairs and told me to take Table 10. I did as I was told only to be met with a pair of beautiful hazel eyes glancing up at me.
Holy shit!
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Recovering from my shock, I realized how idiotic I looked gaping at Mr. Hazel eyes. It felt as if I met him before as if those eyes looked at me before. Taking my seat in front of him as he held down his head rudely to continue viewing his phone.
"Good Night Sir, I hope I did not have you waiting for long" He suddenly looked up at me, then and there it struck me that he was the hottie from Emma's store. I can not let him recognize me. I do not even think I'm rememberable. If that's a word but hey people invent every day. He still hasn't responded and now I feel awkward.
"My name is Melanie Be-truth, I am supposed to meet you here for dinner in regards to the job position to be your social media manager." Hopefully, I get a response. As seconds goes by all he did was stare at me as if he is studying all my features and I must say even though his eyes are on me I feel weird as a flying fuck.
He surprisingly held up his hands to motion for the waiter. Then he spoke "Can we have all your menus, Consisting of all cuisines, drinks, and wine" His voice spells stern as he pronounces every word fluently. His accent is one I can not pick up on, It's like he has a mix of everything. I wonder, what is his story?
The waiter returned almost as quickly as he first came as if it was the most important thing in the world, maybe he was intimidated by this man's who I-do-not-know-his-name-yet presence.
"So Melanie, You're the first to make it to this dinner out of a hundred applicants. What makes you so different" How am I supposed to know what makes me different from the other applicant? and I am sure that my face asks the same question. "And do not give me some shitty response about how you are intelligent and hard-working." He continues.
"Well to be honest with you, I do not know what makes me different from the other applicants. What I do know is that a lot of people are intelligent and hard-working but not everyone has something to work towards. A goal or someone to work to provide for. Not everyone has opportunities so when I get one I make the best of it." Please don't dismiss me.
"Please do not mind me asking, Who are you?" He looked shocked because of what I asked.
"I-I mean what is your name since I will be working for you I hope I can address you formally with respect, I would like your name if that's..." I started rambling like a fool again but he stopped me with his hands.
"You say that you do not know who I am?" Am I suppose to? Is he the Prince of England?
"Where are you from Miss Be-Truth?" At this moment I was annoyed. We have been sitting here for over five minutes and he still hasn't introduced himself.
