Chapter 1
Everything you would want in a story and more...
Aloha my lovely’s it’s so nice to be here, this is my first story that I am publishing let me know how you feel be as honest as you want just refrain from being outright rude that would be greatly appreciated. This story is farrrr from over and I will be updating it as much as I can
Yours truly, Fotofuriku xo
CHAPTER 1:
I jolted awake, ′ Fuck I’m late for the interview!′
I leapt out of my bed for my phone across the room stumbling over a pile of clothes, crashing to the floor face first. An anguished groan of pure pain and disappointment leaked out of my throat. Danny burst into the room in a huff, dishevelled as usual as her boyfriend spent the night, Thank God for headphones but the vibrations of the banging were unnecessary, fucking horn dogs. ‘Tzipporah are you okay.’ she exhaled, I groaned in response, peeling me off the floor she showed me the time, ‘Why on God’s green earth are you up at 5 am.’
I wanted to jump off a cliff, the clocks set back. Screaming internally I whimpered, ′ Remember the interview well... guess whos package isn’t here in time and has nothing to wear-′ not even finishing my sentence she dropped to the floor convulsively laughing at my expense, I huffed, she bounced back up and went to my wardrobe slipped back out with something stuffed under her shirt and kicking me into the bathroom to shower.
I get ready as usual. Taking my hair out of its bun and letting my long coiled curls fall behind me, I did the bare minimum for makeup, even though it wasn’t what I normally did, more of a soft rosy look with blush, false freckles, mascara, and a rose-red lip stain, drew on eyebrows because I was never blessed with any anyway and shaved the ends off to better suit my style, I stare into the mirror.
I looked amazing, like classical sexy, still feeling the self-hatred building upon the folds of my stomach I walked out, to greet Danny’s eyes smiling at me like a lunatic, she held up a suit, the colour was beautiful a deep cherry red but yet a bit redder than a wine it matched my lip stain. The blazers waist was cinched in slightly with a black lapel, I engulfed her in a hug and hurriedly put it on. Jesus the woman had a tastebud somewhere inside her, I looked fucking good the suit was figure-hugging and flattered my hourglass figure and wide hips yet still looking sophisticated.
I grabbed everything I needed for the day, wallet, gym bag full of stuff for the show later, resume, keys, phone. All that good stuff anyway I hopped in my car and started to make my way to the company. Today was gonna be one hell of a day.
I got to the building with 5 minutes to spare, parked my car, and walked into the building with my handbag. As soon as I walked in the atmosphere was heavy, accompanied by the glares of people burning into my back, I walked with grace and confidence, swaying my hips as I walked, I was doing a performing arts degree,I was one hell of a good actress when in panic mode and I was fucking panicking.
I knew where I was going the signs helped as well, seeing a shortcut down a long narrow bland corridor with a slick black titanium elevator, I walked down and pressed the button on the side and entered the elevator a heavy, thick ambience surrounded me, shaking it off and fixing my posture, resume in hand, it was showtime.
The elevator felt like an eternity slowly brushing past the floors, when it reached floor 20 the colours of the buttons suddenly changed dark, floor 50 was the only one highlighted in a dark gold hue then it started flashing, was I in trouble, trying not to panic the lifted reached the level and dinged open revealing a beautiful and spacious office with an amazing skyline view.
Being October, the sunset earlier washing the office in a bar of beautiful gold, slowly stepping out I called out politely yet assertively, ′ Hello is anyone here, I’m here for the interview for secretary.′ my call was futile, sighing I walked over to the desk and gently placed the resume on the black table with marbled whites and blues, very high class if I do say so myself.
Disheartened I closed my eyes and turned around, my forehead bashing into something broad and hard, hissing in pain, a low deep condescending cough vibrated through the room, shit this is gonna be quite the story.
I jumped back in shock lifting my head slowly rubbing my hand against my forehead, my glance trailing from his feet upwards, I reached his face and gasped in disbelief.
This man was so fine I had two heartbeats, he was tall, wearing a dark navy suit that hugged his well built and muscular physique yet cinched in on his waist, broad shoulders crispy white shirt, a navy tie that matched the suit yet his top button unclipped revealing his chiselled neck and collar bones.
He clenched his knife-edge of a jaw as if in annoyance, making my heart flatline at some point, he looked out of this world. He slowly licked his full dark pink lips, the coating of saliva making them glimmer in the golden rays.
When did Manchester have Godlike men? If this was a cartoon either I would have imploded from this man’s beauty or I would have died on entry, Ive never wanted to touch a persons face to check if they were real so much in my life.
Snap out of it you crazy bitch.
I shook myself back to reality and just as I was about to open my mouth, he lifted his hand and brushed his thumb on my chin.
‘You had lip gloss on your chin for gaping at me for so long.’ I grimaced, the audacity of men is bewildering sometimes.
His voice was low and thunderous vibrating through the room. I composed myself and spoke boldly yet with sophistication gotta put this degree to work, ‘Hello Sir, my name is Tzipporah Marceline, and I-’
‘You wanted the position of secretary... well sorry to disappoint you but the job has been taken.’ he strides to his seat not even batting an eye at me, pointing at the chair, as I sat down he lifted my resume and merely glanced at it. His light chestnut eyes filled with flames possessed a shield of dominance, he was power-hungry,
just who is this man.
Before I even open my mouth he leaned forward, arms crossed, staring right into my eyes, and at the rest of my face, challenging him I stare back trying not to fall under his bewitching glance.
‘Starting tomorrow you’ll be my assistant. You will need to be available at all hours even in the dead of night, I understand sometimes that is not feasible with your...career choice in performing arts so your schedule must be made clear a week in advance and shared with me.’ smirking at me as he said this I nodded my head, again the audacity of this man what was that tone about the bastard.
He hands me a key card for the elevator, brushing his hand against mine sending pure electricity through my arm.
No, seriously this man gave me an electric shock. I hissed again, ‘Jeez someone would think you’re a tether pole.’ I leaned back in the chair; nothing, no reaction, no sense of humour, Lord give me strength. I
t was now getting dark I had to leave if I did not want to be late.
I bowed my head speaking calmly, ‘Thank you Sir, for this opportunity I will not let you down.’
Waving his hand dismissing me swiftly, I picked up my bag and stand up, walking to the elevator, stepping inside, I turn around and see him right behind me about to step into the elevator, my face remained nonchalant but my heart was going to implode, I am not letting a man of all things be the reason I lose my cool fuck that especially a man like this ungrateful self-centred egocentric swine.
‘It’s good seeing you again.’ darting my head in his direction I looked at him in pure confusion, had I met this man before... I knew he felt familiar but I think I’d remember someone like him. Glancing at his hand I saw he was on his....phone I’m a dumbass that’s what I am, Jesus Christ my soul can only be saved so many times.
To be continued...
