Sofia's P.O.V
*Beep beep*
*Beep beep*
*Beep beep*
'Urghhhhh'
I swiped my alarm on my phone off and this time carefully stepped out of bed.
Whoever the boss of this company is clearly a dick. Who sets up an interview at 7 A.M?!
7 FUCKING O'CLOCK!!!
It should be illegal to do shit like that.
After a quick shower I grabbed a smart looking outfit from my wardrobe.
Today I went for an outfit that screamed 'I'm classy, hire me' so hopefully looks do count. I chose a grey, semi-fitted dress which came to just above the knee with some black heels. It flattered my skin tone and made me look very professional, if I say so myself. I only had a few bits of jewellery which my mum left me before she died. I slipped the silver ring on my finger and added the silver necklace, which matched. It was very minimalistic but looked nice.
For my hair I decided I'd style it in a sleek high ponytail. It took me about half an hour to straighten my whole head of hair. It's a good thing a woke up so early! I brushed my edges flat with a fine tooth comb and then began on my makeup, which consisted of some brown eyeliner, mascara, highlighter and a dark lip.
Ta da.
I look very employable.
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'TAXI!' I called out.
Isabella, Tia's babysitter, had arrived and I rushed out of the door with a Kellogg's brunch bar in my hand. It was now 6.45 A.M and I was behind schedule.
'TAXI!' I called again, praying that one would stop and my feet. I couldn't afford a car yet so I had to find my way around via public transport or grab a taxi, which is harder than it looks in a busy city like London.
'Thank you, Jesus.' I mumbled and hopped in the taxi that just pulled up.
'Where to, Miss?' The driver asked me.
'García's Industries.' I said feeling happy in myself that I got a job opportunity so soon after I quit my other job.
'Very well.' The driver announced and started driving.
Shortly after the taxi pulled up to a huge building. I gazed up at it before realising that I was on a tight schedule.
'Thanks.' I said as I shoved the taxi driver £10.
'No worries, enjoy your day.'
'That's if I haven't missed the interview! I'm late!' I thought to myself before swinging my bag over my shoulder and rushing off through the big, posh gates and towards a set of glass double-doors.
As I rushed through the doors I was met by a woman who looked like she was in her mid twenties.
'Hello, how can I help.' She asked me kindly and flashed me a genuine smile. She had wavy, short hair, which was blonde in colour and she looked a bit taller than me.
'Am I too late for the interviews?' I asked concerned.
Please say no, please say no...
'I'm afraid so. They started 5 minutes ago, sorry.' She said apologetically.
'Is there no way I could sneak in? I'm only 5 minutes late.' I pleaded.
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