Page 15 of Love Not Qualified

I was in the middle of the interview and my brain decided to imagine how big my potential boss’s dick was.

I suppressed a sigh.

Merielle was right, I needed to get laid.

“All right.” He handed me a paper. “Check the boxes with the jobs you’d be interested in and we’ll call you.”

My eyes swept over the options and I checked those that I thought would fit me, even though I didn’t have that much experience in any of the jobs offered. I was a quick learner, though, so that shouldn’t be a problem.

He took it back and I was expecting him to say something about me checking every little box, but he stood silent and placed the document over the pile next to him.

“Thank you.” I smiled and he simply nodded his head at me. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

When he didn’t seem like he wanted to say anything else, I sat up and found my way out of his office, clicking the door shut after me.

That was… interesting.

I took a few steps forward, glancing at the clock the same way I did when I walked inside. It’s been exactly seven minutes and five of them were not even part of the interview.

The truth was, I didn’t know if I could even call it an interview because Mr. Graves only asked me questions to which the answers could be easily found in my CV.

What happened to ‘Why do you want to work for us?’ or ‘What makes you a good candidate?’

I either screwed my shot as soon as I got inside or… maybe that’s the way things work in the rich world. They might not care about who they hire since they can replace anyone pretty quickly.

My lips released a sigh and I took my phone out, dialing Merielle. She answered after the second ring.

“Don’t tell me you’re late, Hae.” I heard her exhale sharply into the speaker as I entered the elevator where a low song was playing.

“No,” was all I said.

“What happened? You don’t sound okay.”

I skimmed my eyes over the metal surroundings, not really knowing what to tell her because I wasn’t sure of what actually happened in that office.

“I was here early, but the interview is already done.”

Silence. A muffled sound reached my ear before her voice did. “But it’s 8:03.”

“Yeah,” I breathed out, glancing down at my heels. “Are you home?” I asked her when the doors opened and I walked out of the elevator.

“Yes, David invited Christian over if you want to come.”

“I’ll be there.” I hung up the phone and when I put it back in my purse, I took another gum and popped it in my mouth.

Since I didn’t have a shift today at the shop—thanks to my boss—I’d rather spend my day with Merielle and the boys instead of overthinking the stupid interview.

I had a twenty-minute walk to her house, so I had plenty of time to figure out what I did wrong to make Mr. Graves treat me like a goddamn intruder.

Were my clothes an issue? My posture? Or just the way I was talking?

After all, he knew where I was born and where I worked before. If he wasn’t interested in seeing me and finding out what I had to offer, then why did he ask me to come to the interview?

My phone vibrated and I took it out, thankful for the distraction.

Chad Bitt

Text me when you get done with the interview.

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