Well damn.....
Yeah you guessed it, I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. I'm trying to figure out which one is better, killing myself with the scissors or just jumping off a cliff. I mean I want the job so bad, but then my hair. My beautiful, precious, flawl-
"Rose! You've been standing in front of the mirror for two hours...literally. Hand over the scissors I'll help you"
"Urghh" I groan
"You know, you can cut the hair and earn good money to buy good hair products, then grow it back out and continue working for him"
That doesn't seem like a bad idea but I was thinking more of earning the money and hiring a hit man maybe, to kill that jerk of a boss. But murder is unfortunately frowned upon by most people. Damn!
It took minutes of convincing, cussing and fighting, for Marie to finally get me to sit on the chair. But she thought I'll chicken out so she tied me to the chair with ropes. There goes my escape plan. Damn her!
"And... done" she said with a smile of satisfaction, I could feel it. "You can open your eyes you know"
I open one eye first bracing myself for the horror. I went closer to the mirror, it was terrifying seeing half my hair gone. I stood looking at the mirror for maybe one hour? It felt like that.
"Rose? Please say something" she said with obvious worry, I didn't have to look at her to know.
I wanted to do or say something but it might result in me not even getting the job at all plus some jail time. So I did the next best thing, I screamed. Obviously, I startled Marie because she looked like she was about to poop herself.
"You look prettier to me Rose. The haircut brought out the beautiful face you've been hiding" her effort to console me totally sucked but I knew she meant well so I gave her what I thought was a smile. Well...whatever, I tried
"We have to have a proper funeral" I began, but obviously Marie didn't get it so i continued "You know...for the hair"
"Jeez Rose, It's just hair"
Well not to me it isn't.
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Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Urgh" It's already Monday, first day at work and hell. It was going to be one hell of a day and seeing that statues face, I don't know what I might do.
I walk to the bathroom and seeing myself in the bathroom mirror made me gasp. What the hell happened to my hair?!
You cut it, stupid
Oh yeah, I remember making the stupidest decision of my life. But it'll all be worth it when I see the look on Mr. Cades face, it's going to be priceless. With that thought, I got ready for work. I tried to look as feminine as possible and I even let my now short hair down.
He's going to be so mad- I know right. I mentally give my subconscious a high five and head out to work.
Arriving at that really large building and seeing his name written boldly on top reassures me that I'm actually doing this and trust me, it feels good. I walk in and find my way to the receptionist which apparently is the same man who showed me to Mr. Cades office. Small world.
"Miss Moran? You're here again...Another appointment?" he asks.
My stupid asshole of a boss didn't think I was going to come so he didn't bother telling anyone about it.
"Oh no..I got the job" It feels good saying it but it feels even better seeing all the color drain from this poor guys face. Sorry pal
"Y-You? Got the job?" I nod feeling like a winner. I wish I could feel like this all the time. "Are you sure?"
"I just told you I was" He looked at me as if expecting me to say 'April fools' although it was the middle of summer.
"Can I check in with Mr. Cades please?" he said, I could see a bit of uncertainty, pity and a speck for fear
"Go right ahead"
He immediately rushed to the intercom dialing Mr. Cades phone with trembling hands. After two rings he finally picks up
"Hello Sir?"
"What?" I actually heard from the other line. I could already imagine his hard face.
"Well sir? Sorry to disturb you but Miss Moran, the lady that came for the job interview on Friday, she's here to see you"
"........" I couldn't hear what he said but it must've been really harsh because more blood drained from the receptionist's face. I thought he was dying but he finally responded
"I-I c-can't tell her that to do that s-sir! She's a..." he looked at me as if to confirm "..lady"
Mr. Cades had a lot to say about my femininity and I'm pretty sure none of it is complimentary.
"Well what then sir?" He sighed, face still void of any color. Then he looked up.
"Um Miss Moran, Mr. Cades will see you now"
I think it's a habit of following people but he felt it was necessary to follow me to Mr. Cades office but did he stop there with the torture, Oh no. He decided to make conversation.
"You look different from when I saw you last time.." he said, observing me to find out what had changed or in my case gone. "Maybe it's the necklace" he completed
Are you kidding? He didn't even notice that half my hair was gone. Maybe I'll kill him too, bury him next to-
"Here we are Miss Moran" With that statement he held the open for me and I enter. He gave a small smile before leaving me with my heart hammering knowing the future course of my life might depend on that dimwit inside.
I stood in the office of the richest and most eligible bachelor, the most ruthless and vile billionaire and all I could think of was strangling him. My eye cast over to the man standing at the window. Suddenly, he moved and sat down with a null expression. For some reason, my heart rate picked up when I looked at him.
"Welcome" he said in a calm voice "nice of you to come over"
I expected him to be spitting fire or throwing tantrums but he was calm.
Immediately, I went over to the visitor's chair, it was how I remember it...white.
Suddenly but slowly, he lifted his hands and leaned his elbow on his desk and steepled his perfectly manicured hands and looked at me with his ocean-colored eyes, eyes in which I saw something rile
"So?" he said after a brief silence "As you know, I have little time to waste Miss... Moran was it?"
I quickly nod
"So what is it you want?"
"Actually..." my voice sounding sharper than I intended, "I held my end of the bargain so I came to take up the position of your personal assistant"
He was busy on a document before his eyes suddenly snapped up to meet mine
"But you're...you" he said eyeing me
"You mean a girl? Very much so if I might add" I say before lightly bowing my head which turned out to be sarcastic.
"The fact is quite hard to overlook" he said narrowing his eyes
I crossed my arms defiantly, "We wandering off the subject"
"Why do you persist on this foolish act of trying to be my personal assistant"
"It's not foolish neither is it an act. When do I start my duties?"
"I'm not giving you the job Miss Moran"
"Why?"
"I don't owe you any explanation"
I started to panic but I couldn't give myself away so I had to push it far down. I had to think of something and fast.
"So you are a man of lies. I guess the news isn't always right"
His gaze held one of anger and I knew I had him.
"I do not tell lies Miss Moran" his voice was agonizingly quiet. I knew if I was a man he would have probably even hugged me and begged me to take the job but I'm not a bloody man.
"You see, we seem to disagree on that subject. If you lie, I do not" I say.
"How so?"
"You asked me to cut my hair or I don't get the job"
"So I did, but that was not reassurance of the position being yours" I knew this would be a battle but I'm not one to lose.
"Why wouldn't you give me the job, has the position been filled?"
"No" he said with a slightly grudging voice
"Has anyone better applied?"
"Anything would be better than you"
"Really?" My face hardened. Today isn't going as I expect it to but I'll be damned if I give up now. "I just want to prove myself"
"Prove it elsewhere" he said returning back to his work
"I'm holding you to your word but now I see that that doesn't hold value anymore"
"I don't appreciated being insulted in my own building" his eyes holding a fiery gaze.
"I don't appreciate you tossing my question to the side. Has anyone better applied yet?"
After a few seconds with hesitation then; "No"
I rub my hands together and exhaled "Well then, when do I resume my duties?"
He only stared at me. And stared
Minute after minute. Two whole minutes, he was silent. Thick and heavy silence.
"Fine" he said "The position is yours"
I'm pretty sure I have a stupid look on my face right now but I don't care. He finally accepted. The first woman to work for him. I made it.
"It is?" I say unable to hide my surprise
"Yes. Like I said, I don't tell lies Miss Moran. The position belongs to you"
Hearing those words ignited a fire within me. My heart started hammering faster and faster.
"Mr. Coldwell will show you to your office" he said before ordering Mr. Coldwell in. I felt giddy inside. Winning feels good but something was not right. Self-satisfaction radiated off of him. He was up to something. Oh no!
Soon after, Mr. Coldwell who was of course the receptionist, came in to show me to my office. As I was half way out the door I heard a certain somebody begin to speak
"By the way Miss Moran, you look different today" I could pluck his eye balls out, its taking my whole self control to not do it.
"Maybe it's the necklace" he said finally before resuming his work
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