FOLLOWING CHAPTERS ARE BEING REVISED
Wow, it's humongous. Is my first thought as I stare up at Hunter's enterprise tall glass building. I thought it would be some small company. But boy was I wrong. So wrong. I always Google big things like this but my mind was so preoccupied with everything else, it never occurred to me.
I'll be doing an internship here. What if they don't accept me? I have uni as well. And I desperately need this job. Fuckkkk.
I mentally slap my panic in the face. Focus Hannah, this isn't the time or place to panic. And immediate negativity won't get me anywhere.
I wore sexy lingerie to give myself a boost of confidence. Despite no one being able to see it, it makes me feel sexy and powerful. And I need to put up a strong forefront, need to show I know what I'm doing. Because I do, but sometimes anxiety can get the best of me.
Other than my beautiful lingerie, underneath my white long collar coat, I'm wearing a white blouse with fluffy sleeves along my biceps. It's tucked into a jet black pencil skirt that rests above my knees. And on my feet, I have pointed black heels from New Look. Maybe after working here I'll be able to get designer ones.
"Hi, my name is Hannah Moon. I have an interview at two-thirty," I say to the ginger-haired man behind the front desk.
"Sorry, could you repeat your name?" He kindly asks.
"Hannah Moon."
My nerves are so high, the clicking of the keyboard keys reverberate through my head. "You're on the eighteenth floor. The elevator is just there." He points to the right, where two elevators are located.
My claustrophobia doesn't allow me to take elevators. "Could you point me in the direction of the stairs? I would prefer to take them." Even though it's eighteen floors, I still can't take the elevator.
"Of course." His sweet smile doesn't waver as he points to where the stairs are located.
"Thank you." I give him a small grateful smile for not making a face before moving for the double doors leading to the staircase.
You would be surprised by the amount of people that look at me like I'm crazy for not taking the elevator. I can understand why from those who don't know the reason behind it. However, some do and yet they still give me weird looks. Like bitch, I'm not doing it on purpose, it's out of my control.
This is the main reason why I keep flats in my purse at all times— for moments like these. I have many of them in uni. And I know I could save the inconvenience and stick to flats, but I choose fashion over comfort.
Once I'm through the double doors, I check my surroundings before taking out my small cotton stuff bag in which my flats reside and replace them with my heels.
By the time I've reached the eighteenth floor, I'm sweating, but not as profusely since it's cold. I change back into my heels and put on some deodorant and perfume.
I know there are cameras but I've grown to not give a fuck. I'm accustomed to this routine now.
Taking in a big deep breath, I push open one of the double doors and step into what could possibly be my new workplace.
I hope.
My eyes bulge at the grand floor. White marble flooring and a big white marble desk sit in the middle of the vast room and a big beautiful glass chandelier hangs above it.
There's a huge wide corridor going on behind the desk and two smaller ones, adjacent to each other on the right and left.
"Hi, my name is Hannah and I have an interview at two-thirty," I inform the man and women situated behind the desk.
"One moment please," the woman wearing a red headscarf informs me. Her name tag reads Zaina.
I nod, smiling despite her gaze being entirely focused on her computer screen.
After a couple of seconds, she looks up from the screen. "Sorry, what did you say your second name was?"
"I didn't- it's Moon. Hannah Moon." Crap, I'm already crumbling when I've barely spoken. This extravagant place is throwing me off, planting the treacherous seed of rejection into my head.
"You have a beautiful second name," she tells me.
"Thank you." For some reason, that small act of kindness lifts my mood. But then I realise I didn't say anything about her name. "And you too."
My smile falls off my face. She said second name not first. I cringe inwardly but she only responds with an appreciative smile.
At this point, I should just tattoo nervous as fuck on my forehead.
She suddenly pipes up. "Great, I found you. You are seeing Mrs Pelina in-room eight-seven- nine." She rounds the desk. "I'll show you the way."
We walk in the direction of the fairly small corridor to my right. Well, small in comparison to the vast one behind the marble desk.
Framed articles line the corridors. Articles of their success over the years. I swallow hard. My doubt growing with each article we pass.
"So how did you find us?"
It takes me a moment to realise she spoke. Even longer for her question to seep into my anxious brain. Do I tell her the gross truth? Or a lie?
Yeah definitely lie.
Seeing she's waiting for my response, I unintentionally sputter out the first thing that comes to mind. "I saw a poster in town."
She seems shocked by my response— raises a curious brow. "Oh, I didn't know we hung out posters?"
I cringe for the second time in under five minutes. I let out a sigh somewhere between a chuckle and a groan. "I lied. You don't. I found the business card on the ground."
She waves me off, laughing. "Oh, that's not bad."
"I have OCD..." I drawl.
She thinks it over for a second. "Still not bad, it kinda shows dedication."
Actually, she has a point. And I didn't realise how much I needed to hear that. I've been striving for this job because I need to pay off my debt, without realising how good it could be for me career-wise.
"We're here," she tells me stopping outside a black door. "This might sound cliche but just be yourself. Mrs Pelina also interviewed me and she is super down to earth."
Zaina was right, Mrs pelina is super down to earth. I got the job. However, there was a somewhat tiny hesitance toward me still being in university but the job will only be a short term thing until they can find someone more permanent.
On the contrary, my CV was perfect for the job. Although I might need some training being a personal assistant so I'll be following around one of the assistants today. Today because she is highly experienced and her boss is flying out of the country tomorrow for two days and she's going with him.
But other than that the interview went smoothly.
I already talked to my university advisor and she said we could have some of my work sent to me through email if my job gets in the way.
And this company is invested in a variety of businesses; luckily for me, one of them is law. So if everything goes well here, I'll permanently work here after university.
When she told me the pay is three hundred pounds a week, I almost fell off my chair. That's one thousand two hundred a month. That's one Louboutin heel a month!
Not that I'd buy one every month. But still!
Also, I only have to be an assistant until they find a full time one. After that, they said I could explore the other options they have.
To say everything is going well so far would be an understatement.
Although, I haven't met the person whose assistant I'm going to be yet. All I know is he's the bosses son. Gosh no matter how many times I repeat that back to myself it still doesn't feel real. None of this does. It all feels like a big cosmic joke.
Fortunately and unfortunately, she told me at the end of the interview so all the relief I felt had been washed away by a new gust of nerves.
The bosses son. The founder of this enterprise. The person who built this place from the ground up. The person with all those front-page articles boasting about his success.
Fuckkkk.
"Hannah?" Someone questions from my right. I look up and am immediately struck by her beauty. She's wearing a black and white suit. Her skin tone is dark and red lipstick paints her full lips. She has the most perfect and well-behaved hair, tight curls that sit immaculately on her shoulder blades.
"Hannah?" She repeats when I don't respond.
Stop fucking gawking! I chastise myself with a shake of my head and stand up. "Yes. I am Hannah."
Her smile is kind as she holds out her hand for me to shake. "Hi, I'm Zuri. It's nice to meet you. I'll be training you today."
I force myself to compose myself and shake her hand. "I'm Hannah." I chuckle nervously. "But you already knew that."
Real smooth Hannah.
"You're nervous. It's normal." She places her other hand over our joined ones and my heart sinks a little at the sight of her wedding ring.
Well, there goes my hopes. I won't pursue anything but I'll be lying if I said I wasn't a little bummed. Whoever it is they are lucky as fuck.
I let out a breath meeting her eyes. "It's a big company."
"Which means you're amazing because we don't just accept anyone."
I didn't think of it like that. I mean I'm not being full of myself when I say I'm smart as fuck. It's the truth. I get the highest marks in my class. I always have my essays and assignments in on time. I'm punctual. As annoying as my OCD can be at times it has wildly contributed to my success so far.
I give her a grateful smile. "Thank you."
She pats my hand before dropping it. "Okay, let's do this."