Behind the Scenes

Chapter 1: The Interview

Anxiously waiting in this elevator is killing me. Even though I'm the only one in here, I feel claustrophobic, I need air, I need space. I take in a deep breath and let's it out again as I read the numbers on the screen. 4...5...6. Seven, the number I'd be dreading.

Ding!

I take in a deep breath as the elevator door opens up ever so slowly. The feeling of being confined is no more. Just terror. The terror that I might screw up the biggest interview in my life. 'Keep calm, you'll be fine.' I easily try and convince myself but it doesn't work.

I walk out of the elevator confidently, since you have to fake it, till you make it. But, the incidence never came. Just an unsettling feeling in my stomach. I take a gaze at my phone as I take it out of the inside pocket of my olive green blazer, also known as my good luck blazer.

"Ms. Vow, you may take a seat, he'll be right with you in a moment." A rather tall, fully figured woman announced. She had the ideal female physic. To her dirty blonde hair and her piercing blue eyes, she intimidated me. She judged me with those blue eyes. Her clothes hugged her in the right places while I look like someone who doesn't give a flying fuck about their appearance. But this job, this interview, if it goes right, will change everything for the better.

5 minutes...10 minutes...15 minutes passed and nothing happened. The longer I would have been forced to wait, the greater my anxiety grew.

It wasn't before long a female came out of the room, crying. Not noticeably but you could see her wiping her eyes and her body language spoke. It showed how hurt and devastated the female was. I felt my stomach in knots.

"Ms. Vow," the blonde spoke, "Mr. Stryker will see you now." Those words would change my life forever.

I, Vanessa Vow, am a 20 year old female who has gone threw hell and back. Even though I finished everything I needed education wise early, that meant the real world would hit me earlier, hit me harder, and then when it's done, cast me into the sea of overachievers who never made it anywhere. This interview is supposed to change that. I want to be someone.

I come from a background that wasn't peachy-keen and sunshine. I come from a town of the same background. I was glad to actually become someone (well not yet technically) from a place of drug dealers and serial killers. I felt as if I was the only sane person in that whole town.

     And it easily showed.

    But, enough about the unspoken times in my life, it's time to focus on the now.

   I stand up from the comfy couch that I was sitting in, it begging me not to go. I felt safe on the couch. No judgement to face, no worries. Just to sit, and relax. The sound of my clicking heels filled the room I was in as the blonde wishes my for my luck, I thank her.

     Once I got to the door, I stopped, I started to second guess myself, would I be able to do this? Am I going way over my head? Do I actually have a chance at this due to my background? Those questions and hep loads of others danced around in my mind. No, I can do this. I know I can. Work the confidence until you make it, Vanessa. You've got this. I envisioned my mother speaking that to me, she was always the reason I strove to do better, she wanted better for me, I wanted better for myself too. To help my mother out of the situation that she was in, that's why I need this job.

     I clenched onto my chest and gave a deep breath as I knocked on his door. I looked over at the sign. Room 786: Mr. Stryker. I felt subdued to that name. It had so much dominance to carry in only a 7 letter word. "Come in." I heard the strong voice of the man. He seemed to be one that didn't want to be distracted from work. He seemed like he never has fun. He seemed...dull. Almost lifeless just by the carrying of his voice, even though he spoke with elegance with a voice that can melt a girls heart straight from the inside.

     I slowly opened up the door to a huge office, which actually looked as if it was a living room to a penthouse. It was amazing, like something you'd expect out of a magazine. His color scheme of gray a black perfectly blended with the light that crept through the window. Yes, window, one that almost covered the whole room. A tall, nicely built man stood leaned against the window with a short, clear glass and which was filled with a lightly orange colored liquid. The room reeked of whiskey and rums and all sorts of other smells that enlightened ones senses.

     Then we just stood there...in silence...looking at each other.

     When he turned around, I felt as if my heart as going to skip a beat. Hell, not even that, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. He was visually appealing to the eye, but lacked something. He lacked that spark. The spark you get when you first met your new boss, that spark you get when you meet someone for the first time, he seemed...dull.

     He greeted me with a smile as he took strong, confident steps towards me and my petite 5'2 frame. He easily towered over me, like when you seek a great oak for the first time. It was amazing. Not to be weird or anything.

     He held out his hand began to speak. Once I saw his mouth open, I froze. My new boss was about to speak to me. Well, might be new boss if this interview goes well. Nervous was written all over my face as got his hand out fully and seemingly inspected my body. I shake his hand as he shakes me, turning his palm on top of mine, showing and expressing his dominance. "I have been expecting you for a while now Ms. Vow and I have to say, I believe that you will be perfect for this job." He exclaimed with his deep, succulent voice that make any girl melt from the inside out. "Well," I said nervously and he could totally tell that I was at a lost for words, "I'm glad that you've chosen me for this. Honest." I say as I hold my right hand over my chest and then slowly moves it away, thinking that this might be just a tad bit awkward. 

     He slowly strolled over towards his desk and sat down with that same smirk on his face. That smirk was going to ruin this interview for me. It was a distraction, and I hated that. It's as if he knew that smirk was getting to me. The nerves of that guy, that nerves of my future boss...maybe.

     He continues with the questions and his voice made me jumble up with my words but, nevertheless, I was confident and outspoken. I didn't want to show his that I was intimidated by him, or all of the big breasted bimbos he hired to work for him. 

     The interview lasted for what seemed like hours.

     Even though, it was only a matter of minutes. When he waved me goodbye and wished me lucked I smiled and thanked him, like I'm supposed to do. But this time, I felt different about doing it. As if, the way I greeted him was seductive almost. He's getting into my head and I know he knows. I know he likes it. But I'm not that easy to get, nor will I fall into his little spell. The spell of the piercing blue eyes, or that perfectly aligned jaw with hair on his face in all the right places. Here I go again, running off on a tangent. 

     "I'm contact you tomorrow Ms. Vow, tell you if you got the job. I will tell you, personally. No one else." I play over and over again in my head as I walk towards the elevator to exit the building. Over, and over, and over, and over again, in his same voice, in his same tone, with the same amount of passion he put into saying it.

     Leaving the building, I pull out my phone and contacts my mother, the only best friend I've got in this life. The only one who cared whether I got this job. 

     The phone rings, and rings, and rings, until she finally answers.

     "Did you get the job honey?" She questions as I can hear her stories going on in the background. They brought me back to my childhood, even if it wasn't a happy time. "No." I state in a nervous voice. "He said that he'll personally call me tomorrow and tell me if I got the part or not." "Why, if he doesn't give you that job I will come there personally and whoop his ass." She replies sternly as all I can do is smile and chuckle. "Thank ma, well, I have to get going. I love you so much." I smile as I wait for her to return the saying. "I love you too."