Chapter 5: Chapter 5

This day finally made it to the list of 'most embarrassing days of my life.' I stood there like a statue, waiting for them to respond.

One of the interviewer that was laughing, couldn't stop. It made me felt more embarrassed. 'How did I end up here.'

All my life I have never been this embarrassed, and these, was the height of it.

Yeah right, I looked like a joke, but give me some credit for being confidence enough to walk in here dressed up like this.

"Can we begin the interview?" The receptionist said with a sly smile on her face.

I could tell she didn't meant what she said, she just wanted me to get more embarrassed.

"What interview?" Another of the interviewer said as he was looking at me nodding his head in shame.

'Goodness.' I should have just went straight home from the club, But how, the club was in the city, it was closer to the company than it was to home.

"Ashley, I'm sorry but we cannot interview you. You have been disqualified." One of the interviewer said to me.

"Oh my, oh my" I kept muttering to myself.

'I have been disqualified? No, this can't happen.'

I can't go home like this, my mother and siblings were all expecting me to come back home with goodnews.

'What would I do' I kept on thinking, there was no ideas in my head. I could no longer had my brain whirring around for some kind of solutions. There wasn't a thing I could do, all the interviewers were frowning at me, waiting for me to leave.

I knelt down and erupted into tears, I couldn't take it anymore. Everything had been going sideways since morning. Like every other Monday, today had turned out to be even more cursed.

"Mondays, Mondays-I curse you, I curse you." I kept on screaming.

I removed my shoes and kept on screaming. There is no backing out for me, I was ready to cause a scene if that would be the only way I could get an interview.

I took a glance at the interviewers, they were laughing at me. I cared less, all I needed was an interview, and I was ready to make them give me one.

I am quite intelligent, I am sure I would be able to ace the interview, but getting called to work, wasn't something I was sure of. I didn't let that get to me, all that was important to me, was to be interviewed and hell yeah, I was ready.

"Interesting." One of the interviewer said. He removed his glasses and placed it on the desk, then he looked back up at me and continued

"You see Ashley, you ain't properly dressed up for this interview and there is one more person that is overseeing this interview, we can't let him see you dressed up like this. I'm sorry but you will have to leave." He said to me.

There was not a word to describe how I felt when he said those words. My heart crushed, all my hope was lost, how was I going to fix this. I kept asking myself millions of questions, questions I had no answers to.

I took my shoes to put them on, then I noticed someone walked into the hall, through the door beside the interviewers. He was tall, and wearing an expensive blue suit, I couldn't see his face, as his hair dripped down on his forehead.

His head was bent staring at the phone we was holding, all his attention was on his phone. He walked slowly to seat in the middle of the other interviewers.

His chair design was different from the others, he leaned back on his chair still staring at his phone. I still couldn't get a proper look at him as his hands were raised up and the phone he was holding thwartened my view.

"Thank you very much Ashley, please leave now." One of the interviewer said to me.

I wasn't ready to leave yet, I wanted to know who the last interviewer was. 'Maybe I could convince him and get a chance to be interviewed.'

I stood still and fixed my eyes on him, when my eyes suddenly drifted toward the other interviewers, they told me to leave. They didn't utter a word, only signified me with their eyes.

I slowly stood up in an attempt to take a proper look at the interviewer. I just wished he would notice me and give me an interview, like the others.

Determination was one of my greatest strength, it has helped me a lot especially when I needed it. I needed that same spirit today, getting interviewed is a must.

"Who's that?" He asked as he placed his phone on the desk.

His head was still bent, I haven't been able to get a proper look. I stood right there as he was going through the files.

"Where is her file?" He asked staring at one of the interviewers by his right.

"Sir, take a look." The interviewer responded to him.

I didn't heard what he said but I know it wasn't something pleasant. Suddenly he looked at me and holy shit, I ducked to the ground at the sight of him.

'Crap' He was same guy at the club last night. The same guy I had a freaky night with at the club's restroom, what the fuck was he here for.

'Oh Lord.' This can't be happening to me.

And here I was thinking this day couldn't get any worst. How would I be able to get out of this one, of all places to meet, it had to be here.

If I'm to crawl out of this place, I would definitely do it.