*beep**beep**beep*
I stretched out my hands to switch off the alarm. Reluctantly I dragged my sleepy foot off the bed. With my eyes closed I strolled to the bathroom and before I knew it I accidentally stepped on something furry. “God no, I am so sorry Lassie!” Lassie is my 3year old Labrador retriever. I had a quick shower just to wake myself up before my first interview. I went down to look for my mum, but she was nowhere to be seen, instead I found a note, "Ely, I went out with your dad to do something really important I left you some food in the fridge, in advance good luck for your first interview. Remember to bring Lass for a walk later! We will be back in 2 days. –Love mum-"
What? They left me like this again, not telling me where are they. Gosh don’t they know for the least I am worried. “Lass you be a good girl until I return from my interview, and wish me luck okay!” “WOOF.” Good girl. Sigh, they took the car, without telling me. How am I going to get there in time? I walked with my tight fitting skirt and 3 inch heels to the train station located nearby my house all thanks to my parents. I stared at my watch, 7.20am oh no, 30 minutes more and I am late. The jam at the station is just horrid.
I was walking so fast, almost faster than a train and I accidentally bumped into this really tall guy. I lost my balance and fell on him. “Oh no, how embarrassing” I thought. He caught me and dropped his suitcase. “Hey, watch it girl. Are you okay?” he asked. “Yeah, I am fine. I am so sorry and thank you” I blurted out. He replied something but I didn’t seem to hear any of his words. I find myself staring at how beautiful this bloke is standing right in front of my eyes. He is so tall about 6 feet. His body is so fit so muscular and his shoulders are broad. He was like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “Err, miss are you okay.” I looked at the time 7.45am. “Oh shit, I am so sorry for just now. I am going to be late bye” I hurriedly grab my suitcase and ran. I looked back and say “Sorry! And thanks.”
I reached the office just in time, how lucky. I opened my suitcase to look for my resume and I passed it to the secretary and sat at a corner. While I was reminiscing about that guy just now, the secretary tapped on my shoulder and say it was my turn for the interview. There were three interviewers inside a really square room. By no time my hands started to sweat because the interviewers look really stern and it was my first time going through this kind of thing. As I arranged myself to sit at the chair facing all of the three interviewers they gave me this really awkward look.
“Miss, are you sure this resume is yours?” asked one of them. I was surprised why would they ask such a question do they think I am a fraud or what? “Yeah that resume is definitely mine” I replied. “Is that so? If this resume is yours which means that you are a man?” said the other interviewer. “A man, what? Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of a joke?” I asked. “Well miss, you can take a look at the resume you gave us.” I walked towards that long table to look at my resume.
The resume had a man's picture stuck on it and that guy was the one i bumped into just now.
Name: Daryl Mellon
Age 24
“Oh no!” I exclaimed. Suddenly someone dashed in the room.
