It's the beginning of every thing! Pretty damn excited to see your reactions! Its one of the stories I have enjoyed writing. So enjoy reading it!! And DarkSkies I will be waiting for your comments. lol! ^_^
Sexy Christine Ellsinore on the right --->
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Christine
'Floor 9', the voice recording of the elevator announced. I stumbled on to the floor in my hurry to get there on time and my heels clacked against the black-marbled tiles making a few heads turn my way.
The place smelled expensive and sterile, from the spotless floors to the walls with bare minimum paintings hanging on them, everything was in place and seemed to recoil from the very touch of strangers. There was a sudden urge to wipe my muddy heels with the tissues in my bag, least the glassy floor got smudge marks because of me. It was a bit irrational and insane, but hard to ignore.
Even though it was tastefully designed, the place had a stagnant hospital-like look to it. The beige walls had made a last forlorn attempt at looking pretty but failed miserably. Polished rosewood tables, with glass-tops and leathered couches were scattered across the floor.
Most of the seats were currently occupied with female candidates, no doubt preparing themselves for the prestigious interview.
I found a place to the extreme left of the room nearer to the thick wooden door that had a sign of 'CONFERENCE HALL' hung on it. The receptionist at the counter glanced at me once, gave a slight nod and went back to the paperwork spread on her desk.
The place was quiet with the occasional murmur of the occupants on the other side of the wooden door. I wondered what they were discussing about; did they evaluate the candidates on the basis of their looks? My hand automatically reached my hair, readjusting it to its already perfect shape.
This interview was making me extremely nervous. The fact that I had been selected in the short-list of would-be-assistants to the Directors of Brookswood Company Ltd was in itself an honor. For a company that began just two years ago and had crossed over 20 billion profits, they sure had a classy taste when it came to their furniture.
There had also been rumors about the previous assistants disappearing for random periods of time before surfacing in the spotlight claiming to have been incredibly sick for reasons unknown. But that didn't reduce the number of candidates applying for the job; on the contrary it had increased. The lethal combination of danger with a seven figure salary was too hard to resist, even for someone like me.
'Emily Brunt!' the blonde receptionist called out and opened the door to the Conference Hall.
A skinny and extremely tall brunette stood up and made her way towards the open door. She had the figure of a runway model with all the right curves and posture. Actually, almost all the females seated in the room looked like handpicked models for some on-going fashion show.
It made me feel under-dressed and unwanted, but I held my head high and resolved to fight until the end. As my grandma would have said 'If you want something you have to grab it or else it will slip away!'
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The list of names went on for hours. Each candidate would walk the ramp before entering the dungeons but after the interview they would run out crying and bawling loudly. The varying changes in the atmosphere had me confused. Were they verbally or sexually abusing the candidates inside? One particular candidate had to be carried out bridal style by the helpless bodyguard because she fainted after giving the answer to one question.
