AN: HEY GUYS! Thanks for tuning in to my story BTW, follow me on twitter! It's @slaymasterlwt This chapter will have two parts so I hope you like it
CANDICE'S POV
Wrapping a towel around my body, I step out of the shower and begin to dress up for the day.
The song playing on my phone is almost finished. I was already able to put on my bra and jeans when all of a sudden my favorite song blasts on my phone.
1, 2, 3
Straight off the plane to a new hotel
Don't get me wrong. I am a directioner but not the type to practically scream how gorgeous they all are in their faces. I know a thing a two about the band's background and the members' profile as well but that's pretty much it. If anything, it's really their music I fell in love with. I loved how much their sound matured and evolved from Up All Night until their latest and my personal favorite album, Midnight Memories. So I'm just saying it's normal if you catch me jamming like a psycho to their songs.
And just like the freak I am, I drop everything I'm holding and in all my bra clad glory, I air guitar to the song. I continue singing to the song and jump around when my favorite part of the song comes on.
Tell me that I'm wrong but I do what I please.
Way too many people in the Addison Lee
Now I'm at the age when I know what I need, oh, whoa
"MIDNIGHT MEMORIES! OH, OH, OH, OH BABY YOU AND ME STUMBLING IN THE STREET, SINGING, SINGING, SINGING, SINGING MIDNIGHT MEMORIES! OH, OH, OH, OH. ANYWHERE WE GO, NEVER SAY NO. JUST DO IT, DO IT, DO IT, DO─FUCK!"
Between all the air guitar and head banging to my One Direction jam, I am now flat on my ass from slipping on my own clothes that were strewn on the wet and slippery bathroom floor.
"Fucking One Direction song." I chuckled to myself as I slowly got up and finished dressing up without all the dancing from earlier.
After all that mishap, I immediately went down and was making my way to the kitchen when the smell of something burning filled the room. Underneath all the smoke was my Aunt Jenna and what seemed to be pancakes or better yet, burnt sandwiches.
After all the smoke cleared out, I threw the sandwiches in the bin and looked at Jenna.
"You are absolutely hopeless." I said, stifling my laughter but wasn't successful enough since she strode my way and playfully smacked my head.
"Damn. I was so freaking hungry now I have nothing to eat." She said, sulking.
"You know you could solve that by getting take-out right? I said and patted her shoulder and headed towards the door.
"Wait up! Where are you going?" Jenna asked me, as I picked up my bag and my phone.
"Don't you remember? Today's the day of the internship I got a week ago?"
It's crazy how time flies. It's been almost a month since I arrived here in London and I still don't know what to expect. In a big and beautiful city like this, you'll just have to let it lead you, I guess. And so that's exactly what happened.
One week ago
I was sitting uncomfortably in front of one of the employees in the job agency I was called back for. A decent job that pays well was all I'm asking for right now. I wasn't going to let myself feed off solely on Jenna's resources. By September, the academic year starts and I really want to get into a good university to pursue my dream in writing. And to be able to do that, I really need to work my ass off to be able to afford it.
"Ms. James, am I correct?" The man behind the desk ends his call and inquires.
"Yes, sir. That's me." I replied, rubbing my palms together as I tried to ignore the nerves.
"You have stated "advance website editing" as one of your skills, yes? Well, a company here is looking for a web editor. They are willing to offer you an internship for not less than 12 months. If they like your work, you'll get £4200 every month. " He said while flipping through some papers.
"Hold on. £4200 a month? That's an insane amount of money for being a web editor. That's more than six thousand dollars." I asked incredulously, nearly going nuts about the amount of money I could be making.
"This is a company that values the quality of every employee's work. If they find that you're efficient, they pay you big. If they think you're not giving your all, you go home. It's as easy as that."
And like the desperate and stupid person I am, without even thinking twice I said:
"I'll take it. It would be so stupid for me to let this opportunity pass and I really need all the help I can get." I responded hastily. This was a big opportunity and in a city as busy as London, I'm not risking my luck.
"Well then, they want to meet you as soon as possible. Would Monday next week be okay for you, at 12 pm sharp?" He inquired, typing all the details into his computer.
"Yeah, that'll definitely work for me, sir." I nodded and he motioned for me to stand up.
"Well then, here's the address and the person you're to look for once arriving there. I wish you all the luck." He extends his hand and I shake it with a firm grip and with that, I might just have gotten myself a job.
End of Flashback
So that's how I find myself in front of the company I would work for. The nerves suddenly begin to build up as I entered the building and rode the elevator to the 12th floor. As the people started piling out of the elevator, a woman suddenly approached me.
"Are you Candice James?" She asked and immediately made me uncomfortable by the way she stared at me.
I simply nodded as a response and she smiled.
"We've been expecting you. I'm Barbara by the way." She gestured for me to follow her through the hallways until we entered a room with a few people in it.
"Is that her?" A man who was sitting at the head of the conference table inquired and stood up, as if regarding me with careful eyes.
"Yes, sir. She's the one." Barbara said and offered me a seat next to her.
The room was suddenly filled with tension and an eerie silence I didn't like at all. As if to break the tension, I began to speak.
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity to work as a web editor. It truly means a lot to me." I said, fidgeting.
No one spoke and dared to look me in the eye. As if on cue, Barbara turned to face me and with guarded eyes she spoke.
"Oh , I'm afraid dear, that's not what you're here for at all."
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