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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next morning I woke up to sounds of pans being moved around and loud whispering. I got up and finally peeled out of the clothes I was wearing last night and threw on a large t-shirt nightgown, threw on some slippers and walked into the kitchen to check who all was awake. I see all three girls with a mug of coffee in their hands and some leftover omelette in a pan.

“Hey, birthday girl,” Elena said, handing me a mug full of cream-filled coffee.

“Mmmm,” I smelled the coffee, hoping the caffeine would start to work immediately.

“How’da sleep?” Ciara asked me, taking a bite from her food.

“Ugh, not good. Jake was calling and texting me all night.”

“You didn’t answer his punk ass, did you?” Skylar asked, putting her dishes in the dishwasher.

“Hell no. You’d think I would even want to talk to his cheating ass? No thanks,” Jake and I had dated for over two years and I found out that he had been seeing one of his co-workers for the better part of six months, too. Needless to say I had cried, drank, burned and tossed away all of his things from my apartment. That was four months ago, and he has not stopped calling me begging me to talk to him. For what? What could possibly justify what he did?

“Good,” Skylar replied, “okay, girls, I’m out. I gotta get home before Rex pees all over my carpet. Love y’all,” she gave each of us a kiss on the cheek and walked out.

“So, what do you guys have planned for today?” I was scooping up some omelette into my mouth when I remembered, “shit, I have a job interview at ten!” I looked at the clock and it read nine-twenty.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I ran to my shower and jumped in before the water had a chance to get hot, making me shiver. I was out in record time, brushing my hair and throwing it up into a high ponytail with a lot of hairspray. I had a lot of curly baby hairs along my hairline and they tended to make me look like a lost hobo if I didn’t. I curled my lashes and did my brows while Elena and Ciara found something for me to wear. Thirty minutes later I was running down the steps, too impatient to wait for the elevator, and into the Uber downstairs. I had told the girls to lock up on their way out and that I would call them to let them know how the interview went.

I walked into a tall building with heavy glass doors and spoke to the receptionist, “hi, my name is Rosalinda, I’m here for an interview with Mr. Novak at ten," the receptionist started typing fast on the keyboard, glancing over at her watch.

“Cutting it a little close, no? I’ll let him know you’ve arrived,” she picked up her work phone and began to speak to someone on the other line, “take the elevator to the tenth floor and someone will meet you there with further instructions,” she handed me a visitors clip that I placed on the hem of my lavender blouse and made my way to the tenth floor.

I was greeted by a nice looking guy with light brown hair and dimples that made me jealous that I didn’t have any.

“Hey, I’m Ryan. Mr. Novak will be right with you, but could I get you a coffee?”

“No, thanks.” I smiled at him. I had to decline the coffee because I was so nervous about the interview and in all honesty, I had already had a cup and too much coffee made me want to go to the bathroom.

I began to make scenarios in my mind of the many ways I could mess up the first real job interview I have ever had. I mean, I’ve had jobs before, but they were mostly retail and whatnot. This was my big girl job interview. I had even taken a computer course for this job, so not getting the job was not an option. Remember, firm handshake, eye contact, manners-

“He’s ready for you, Miss Rosalinda,” Ryan said to me. I got up and straightened out my pencil skirt and made my way to land my first real job. I got this.

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