SET FOR THE INTERVIEW

I wrap up by fixing my hair into a tight ponytail while standing in front of the dressing mirror. I straighten my outfit and give myself a once-over look. Perfect! I take my handbag, shove my résumé inside after I'm content with how I look, stamp my two-inch stilettos on the floor, and make a hasty exit.


I find my phone and contact Grace while strolling across the living room. Although I absolutely dread leaving the coffee business in her hands, I must do this. I need to. For my happiness and sanity.

Just as she picks up, I exit my condo and lock it, marching towards the lift. "Hi, bestie! Are you already at your prince charming's office?" She says, and her voice seems to be trotting.

"It is just 9:10, and my appointment with him is until ten. I am just leaving." I get into the lift.


"I see. Good luck. Although I don't think you need it. There is no way that guy would let you off his hook. You should be so exhilarated about the steamy office romance you are about to sign up for. Hehee!"

Damn, that thought! And fuck her wild thinking!


"Hey! I am only signing up for work and nothing else. Stop with your freaking silly ideas," I mumble as I settle inside the Uber, and the driver wastes no time in stepping on the gas pedal.

"Uuu. You can't lie. I bet your pussycat is throbbing hot and wet with that thought. I dare you to deny!"

Goodness! Does this girl really realize that I am her boss, for fuck's sake?

But she is right, Ellie! You can't refute the enthusiasm you are feeling or the urge to be close to your "about-to-be" boss. My stupid brain mocks me, making me sigh!

My boss, huh? For as long as I meet his expectations in the field he will assign me to, I can't deny him the pleasure. Besides, he said he could bend the rules, and that thought is still freshly wavering in my dirty brain. I didn't make that suggestion. It was him who did, and I can't resist him. I cannot be that mean to deny my sweet boss. Period!

"What, Ellie? Don't tell me you are already visualizing sucking his cock under his table already."

Holly Mary, mother of... can this one stop with me? "Shut up, Grace! Watch how you talk to your boss for hell's sake!" I mumble, feeling so weirdly hot all of a sudden.

Jeez! This girl, though!

"Sorry, but you know I am right, right?"

"You can die from your fucking knickknacks later, but before then, could you tell me how the shop is doing? Any problems? Anything you guys need?" I ask, changing the topic. I hope no employee was around her when she uttered those kinky shits.

Sweet sh*t, though, but I cannot let her know that. The idea of crawling under the table and sucking his balls while he is working does not sound bad at all. Sigh!

"No," she says, cutting my wild thoughts off, 'Nothing, boss Ellie! We are all good here and everything is running as usual. Even much better now that I don't have to keep checking on you cooked up in that office of yours."

Wow! I had no idea I was an additional baggage to her stints! The nerve! I didn't ask her to do that. She should have just minded her business and let me be!

Her voice wave is constantly fluctuating, and I can perceive her pacing back and forth within the store. Since quitting that terrible job at the club, she has been ecstatic. She vowed never to let me down, so she had better not.

"Okay, okay! At least you now have only one chore, which is to make sure nothing goes wrong in my absence. Don't fail me. I will see you later."

"Do what you have to do, and don't worry about a thing over here. I will take care of things." Her tone altered to a serious one, and honestly, I like her more this way.

"Okay. Don't hesitate to call me in case of anything, okay?"

"Okay. Take care out there, Ellie."

"I will. Bye." I end the call, composing myself on the seat as we maneuver the busy boulevards.

As the car comes to a smooth stop in front of the gate of the Almeda Motel, I am immediately struck by the grandeur of the building towering before me. Its majestic façade rises high into the sky, adorned with intricate architectural details that speak of opulence and luxury. The soft glow of lampposts lining the driveway casts a warm ambiance, adding to the allure of the place.

Stepping out of the car, I take a moment to soak in the atmosphere, my eyes roaming over the meticulously manicured gardens and elegant fountains that grace the entrance. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the nearby café, creating a sensory feast for the senses.

What a beautiful place!

I fish out some notes and hand them to the driver as payment without looking at him. I am lost in the beauty before me. This guy and his taste, huh?

Approaching the gate, I am greeted by a security man whose demeanor exudes professionalism and courtesy. With a polite nod, he allows me to pass through, his watchful gaze ensuring the safety and security of all guests.

Crossing the gate, I find myself enveloped in the embrace of luxury. The lobby is a masterpiece of design, with marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers overhead. Plush velvet couches invite guests to relax and unwind, while a grand staircase leads to the upper floors with an air of regal elegance.

Making my way to the elevator, I press the button for the top floor, where my destination awaits. As the doors slide open, I step into the spacious lift, admiring the sleek interior and polished mirrors that reflect back my anticipation. I press number 32 as per his instructions earlier and wait for the doors to close. My smooth ride-up soon starts.

Arriving at my floor, I step out into a corridor lined with ornate sconces and artwork that speaks of the rich history and culture of the region. Each door is adorned with a polished brass plaque, indicating the luxurious accommodations beyond.

I make my way out onto the floor as I was directed to, and I approach the lady whose face is plastered with excessive pond paint. She looks somewhat disconcerting to me. Protracted eyelashes and dense lipstick, not to mention the lengthy adhesive fangs in the name of nails. Goodness! How do people survive with these things? She looks more like a witch than a beauty! She would have been much better with her natural chocolate color, other than these shiny brown paintings she applied to her face.

"Yes. What can I do for you?" The presumptuous bitch does not even spare me a glance. Her face is snappily angled at the computer.