Hey Boss.

Olivet Landon’s pov:

I let out a heavy breath as I pulled the last of the boxes inside the house. I looked around at the mess. The apartment was filled with numbered boxes. My new home.

I pulled out the white cloth off the sofa and sat down. It was a comfy black one. I sipped on my cold juice bottle which I had placed earlier on the tea table. I looked around. The room held no possessions other than the boxes and myself. It was furnished with light chocolate brown wallpapers, attached bookshelves, the black sofa and a huge window overlooking the London city.

I was beyond exhausted by just pulling out the boxes from my car. And placing them in the room. Now I had to rip the boxes open and sort out my things. If not today then I am not sure if I will have time ever in this week .

I had to move to London in search of job. Well I am not mad to move to a city just to find a job. I had applied to many companies most rejected few accepted. I went through interviews and I waited for the final call in three companies. On Monday I had an interview with Parker Publishers &Co if I get selected then I shall decline the other companies if they will offer me.

I was glad that I did have choices but also worried if I might get rejected. I had applied for the financial department but as I know most companies have no vacancies.

I really did wish I didn’t have to move. I so badly wanted to stay in my comfortable home but looked like it was impossible. I was working for a company there until I had to go through some bitter incidents with my colleagues. I shuddered at the thought of my bad experience.

I called it quits and stayed home for over a month applying for jobs all over. I waited until I was interviewed. As each application got rejected I was worried I may not be fit for the job. But hey I was the girl with the highest scores in my department. In reality, high scores weren’t of any help.

My doorbell rang. And the door opened by itself. I stood up worried it might be a thief actually. I screamed at the boy who walked in.

" Like really? Why do you always scream?” he asked me . Trying to make his way towards me without tripping by the boxes.

I looked at my younger brother . He has come to see me? All the way from Cambridge.

" How did you find the place ?” I asked.

" I looked at the mess outside. I figured out it will be you.” He said sitting by me. It wasn’t a mess outside it was just the order I received. I thought I will take it in later.

" Is that food?” I asked him looking at the brown bags he was holding the heavenly smell of burgers hit me.

" I figured out you might be hungry,” Owen said handing me the pack.

Owen stayed till late evening and helped me out with the arrangements. Before leaving he suddenly asked me ” Have you spoke with him?”

" Who ?” I asked as I was vacuumed the floor.

" Him. The man whom you don’t want to talk about.” I looked at him. I knew who he spoke of. One of the people I hate in this entire universe.

" I don’t speak of him for a reason Owen.”

" Yeah I know well I have been talking with him-”

" It doesn’t matter. You don’t have to tell me anything about it. ” I said.

" No listen. I have been even meeting him when I visit London. Well I met him last month too. When I asked him if he spoke with you....he was like you don’t wish to talk but In the near future, you will have to talk. ” he said chuckling.

“Not funny Owen. Maybe he meant me moving to London. ”

" Maybe ...”

When night fell Own was already gone. I was left alone in my oddly comforting apartment. I took a nice shower before ordering my dinner. I had to buy groceries if I have to cook. I thought. I can’t live on deliveries. I mentally wrote a checklist and arranged my wardrobe.

When I was off to bed I remembered my conversation with Owen. Why did he have to speak of him. I didn’t want to see his face though he lives in London. I thought I will try my best to avoid him. Everyone was on his side. My family and friends. They saw him too perfect for a man but he wasn’t I was so tired to think of him.

I had to worry more about my interview tomorrow it was one of my only way to get a nice job. If I get rejected in this and if I cant get accepted by any companies it wouldn’t be an option for me to move back. I have tried out there in all the companies. They had no vacancies and working there wouldn’t give me the satisfaction I am hoping for. I might have to do more job hunting in London if I am rejected by the companies here.

Maybe settle for a job with little income. Dad asked me if he can help. He said he will ask his friend to help me out but I wasn’t interested in receiving anyone’s help. I have to get the job because of my capability. Now I really wished I had asked for dad’s help. When I thought of my future.

If I don’t settle in for any worst-case I might have to start frying chicken. I don’t have the confidence to work as a waitress.

I breathed heavily thinking about the sad possibilities. Life was such a pain in the ass despite high scores. I slept staring out at the city lights.