Finding Mr. Perfect 1

●Chloe pov●

I stepped into my house to find Olivia binge-watching a K-drama, ice cream in hand.

Olivia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she paused her movie and turned to face me. "Ahh, you're back! Did you find your soulmate?" she teased, a playful grin spreading across her face.

I sat down pulling off my heels, "I had a disaster," I fumed,  "None of them were even remotely close to perfect. They were either too ugly, overly poor, or just plain losers."

"Didn't I warn you? No self-respecting man, let alone a mafia or billionaire type, would be caught dead at a 'pop the balloon show.' And yet, here you are, attending your 20th one - take a breather, girl!"

"Yeah, I think you're onto something! From my research, it seems like billionaires and mafia bosses have a thing for nightclubs, so I'll focus my search there."

"You're basing this on those romance novels you're always reading, aren't you? And how many times do I have to remind you that no man is perfect? There's always a flaw somewhere."

"Don't say that!" I protested, my eyes taking on a dreamy quality. "I have a strong feeling that I'll definitely meet my ruthless mafia dom or my billionaire husband - or, better yet, a man who's a combination of both."

"Then you must have signed a contract with single life or something," Olivia said with a chuckle.

"I'm starting to wonder if you're my best friend or my arch-nemesis," I said with a laugh, "but either way, I'm excited to prove you wrong."

"Call me whatever you want, I'll still tell you the truth," Olivia said, not even bothering to look away from her movie. "The only mafia bosses in existence are old enough to be your dad, and trust me, they're not exactly eye candy. And as for billionaire bosses, you'll only find them in your dreams."

I shot her a skeptical glance, raising an eyebrow. "So, you're saying I would only date broke guys, right?".

Olivia chuckled, shaking her head. "Definitely not a poor guy, that's my prayer for you! But seriously, you barely leave the house and expect a wealthy boyfriend to magically appear. Do you think God will make him fall from heaven or send a dove to deliver him to your doorstep?"

I frowned, feeling a bit defensive. "No need to mock me, okay? I'll find my perfect partner, mark my words." I snatched the remote control from Olivia's hand.

"You little thief, give that back!" Olivia shouted, trying to wrestle the remote control out of my hands. But I held tight, and we both ended up in a ridiculous tug-of-war. Just as it seemed like things were about to get out of hand, my phone rang, shrill, and insistent. I let go of the remote control and answered the call, still catching my breath from the scuffle.

"Hello! Who is this, Chloe Jack speaking."

"What! Really? Can i start tomorrow?" I asked excitedly.

"Ok, thank you, bye." The call hung up.

Olivia's eyes narrowed, her expression a mix of curiosity and confusion. "Who was that on the phone, and why are you beaming like a lunatic?" she asked, still holding the remote control she had managed to retrieve during my distraction.

"Oly baby, guess what?"

"You know how much i hate suspense, so go straight to the point."

"You have to guess, or else i won't tell you," I said, smirking at her.

Olivia shrugged, her attention already back on the screen. "I'm not going to pry it out of you. When you're ready to spill, I'll be right here," she said, her voice detached as she continued watching her movie.

"Such a jerk!" I muttered under my breath, "Fine! fine! Pause the movie," she paused it and faced me, "Do you remember the interview i did last month?" I asked.

Olivia's eyes widened as she jumped up from the couch, her expression transforming from calm to excited. "Wait, let me guess... you got the job!" she exclaimed. But my face fell, and her enthusiasm was short-lived.

"Don't get too excited, okay?" I said, trying to temper her expectations. "They said I didn't get the job... someone else already got the position."

Olivia's face contorted in shock and disbelief. "What?! But... I heard you say,'Can I start tomorrow?'! Please tell me this is a joke! You can't get rejected for another job! Are you sure you heard the person correctly?!"

I burst out laughing, unable to contain my amusement. "Ha! Ha! You see, I fooled you! Just look at your face in the mirror, girl. You look like you're about to cry!"

Olivia's face turned bright red with anger, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "So it was a joke? When can you ever get serious, Chloe? Did you know I got really scared for you for a second? Must you always play with everything?"

I tried to placate her, still chuckling.

"Calm down, girl, it was just a harmless prank..." But Olivia wasn't having it.

"Harmless? You say? You were the one laughing about it, and I was busy thinking about how you'd cope with multiple disappointments in one day. You know what? You just ruined my mood. I don't want to speak with you. Bye" With that, she stormed off, leaving me feeling a bit guilty for taking the joke too far.

I ran upstairs and apologized to her, feeling a bit contrite, but Olivia refused to acknowledge me, her gaze fixed on the TV screen in her room. I tried again, standing in front of the TV to block her view. "Olivia, come on, girl, must you give me the cold shoulder?" But she remained silent, getting up and heading to the door. I chased after her, catching up to her and spinning her around. "I said I'm sorry, so you really don't want to talk to me? Then fine, I won't bother you." I let her go, pretending to be offended. But Olivia just smiled mischievously.

"What, you won't beg me again? Here I was, enjoying your apologies, and now the fun is over. You... I just can't stay mad at you." I playfully scowled at her. "So now I'm being fooled? I take back all my apologies, I'm not sorry!"

Olivia's eyes sparkled with amusement as she chased after me. "You can't do that!" she exclaimed, her fingers brushing against my arm as she tried to catch me. I darted downstairs, Olivia hot on my heels, her laughter echoing through the staircase as she shouted my name.

●Next morning●

As I slowly opened my eyes, the warm sunlight streaming through the window greeted me, and I heard Olivia's cheerful voice. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead!"

I groggily replied, "Five more minutes, and please close the curtain." But Olivia's next words jolted me awake.

"Looks like someone wants to get fired from their job before they even start!" I sprang out of bed, panic setting in.

"My goodness! I hope I didn't oversleep! I totally forgot about the job. What's the time?"

Olivia calmly intervened, "Okay, calm down, it's just 7:40 am. You still have a few minutes to get ready. No need to panic, alright?"

I took a deep breath, stretched my body, yawned, and headed to the bathroom. After a quick brush of my teeth, a speedy bath, and a hasty drying with my towel, which I then wrapped around my body, I emerged to find Olivia working on her laptop "So quick!" she exclaimed, looking surprised.

I smiled, "Of course, there was no time to spend an eternity in the bathroom." As I walked over to my wardrobe, I knew I had a problem – no formal clothes. But I held out hope for a miracle. "What are you looking for in there, or are you planning to wear a bodycon dress to work?" Olivia teased.

I laughed, "Nah, but maybe you'd have a suit to lend me or any formal outfit?"

Olivia reminded me, "You forgot I work from home, so I literally have no clothes to give you."

I sighed, "I forgot to go shopping yesterday, but I guess I'll just have to manage with a bodycon gown."

Olivia's expression turned stern, "Don't do that, silly girl. I ordered a dress for you; it's in the lounge." My face lit up with gratitude. "Oh, dear, thank you! You're my lifesaver! What would I do without you?"

Olivia smiled, sipping her coffee, "Nothing baby girl. And don't mention it." I pecked her cheek, I swear I'd see her blush, her cheeks turning bright red. I giggled and ran downstairs to find my new dress.