Second BOOK!
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I just played with the small amount of salad on my plate I was no longer hungry , I lost appetite when one of the many co-workers at Steals Inc. commented on how my appearance looked. My plus size figure bothers most, but I can't blame them I can make a business attire look like a club outfit. Trust me I don't even try to expose myself like that I prefer to wear baggy clothing not "fitting curves" clothing.
I hated attention.. hated it. In the office where I use to work I got it the most, especially when I came late to work. All those hard, mean ass, long stares like WHAT?! And right now sitting at this round table alone just makes me wish I had or have friends.
I grew up with my aunt because my parents had both died in a car accident. I don't remember it much since I was only 2 years old.
My aunt on the other hand was the only family that wanted to take me in. Though she had 3 unwelcoming kids who hurt me mentally and physically she didn't care as long as I didn't cause trouble and listened to her when told.
As soon as I left high school and had enough money to support myself, I left my aunt's house leaving with no strings attached. I could've never called the place home....
At the age of 23, I'd been through a lot so much so that my adulting stage was forced earlier upon me being with my aunt.
Now due to my job downsizing I had placed a application to be a assistant at Steals Inc. The company is owned by Klaus Steals who I'm finally meeting today he also had some CEO branch at JTH, my former job.
Klaus Steals as I heard around the office I use to work at was no man to mess with. With his successful business I understand the intensity this guy must've had. I've heard things about him, very misleading things that I won't think of. He's workspace was three levels above the lobby floor. No one really went there, as I heard. His floor was secluded for himself only.
I ate one more bit of my salad and throw the rest away and headed up to his workplace. I got to my appointment an hour early and thought before I went to the interview I'd look around. I ended up dragging myself in the lunch room were I ordered a salad to eat, I gladly regretted that. As I walked towards the elevator. I realized people were watching me like I was going to be remorseful about going to the third floor.
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I sat twinging my fingers together nervously a I waited anxiously for my meet with Mr. Steals.
Job interviews drained me mentally I disliked the basic structured questions asked during the interview. Vaguely questions that made but overthink my response.
The room was twice the size of my apartment. Had dark furniture yet fit the aesthetic of the room which was nice but not my style.
Klaus Steal's is well known around in town but when he's mentioned it's always in a whisper. I've seen him once at a meeting held at JTH it was a quick glance he seemed intimidating. I'm so into my thoughts I don't hear the sound of the door opening and shutting behind me until I hear.. a low gruff which made me jump a little.
"Sorry for being late Ms. Camila Taylor. I had a meeting." Came a deep husky voice. I quivered at the sound of my name.
I looked up from my hands and was meet with dark, cold eyes. Which were staring back at me, if I can hide I would. The way Klaus Steal's looked at me made me quiver once again, I forced a polite smile and I looked away. I remained silent, scared to initiate a conversation, for the most part this was my first time being interviewed for such a position.
