Page 18 of The Boss and the Adoption Mess
Me: Yeah. He’s got an interview here too. We applied for the same position. Everything he told me yesterday was a lie!
Chloe: Are you kidding me?
Me: The limo was borrowed from a friend, the apartment belongs to his sister. He just pretended to be this rich guy to hook up with me. Luckily, I didn’t sleep with him.
Chloe: Some men, I swear… unbelievable. See? I told you from the start something was off!
Me: I swear I’ll always listen to you from now on…
Chloe: Female intuition. And now you’re both in there together? I mean, he’s also going for the personal assistant job with this food guy?
Me: EDL is the biggest buyer of specialty foods in all of England. You can’t skip him if you want to run a luxury restaurant. I’d get to see the whole world. And make good money. This job is my absolute dream. I never thought I’d even get an interview. And now Gabriel of all people is here. Because of that idiot, I couldn’t even shower!
Chloe: Do you smell bad?
Me: I washed up, but I still don’t feel completely fresh. I hate leaving the house without a shower. I really wanted to pour my orange juice on his crotch.
Chloe: Uh… wait. Orange juice?
Me: Yeah, I haven’t had much to drink yet, it’s fine.
Chloe: And it’s just the two of you in there right now?
Me: He got called in before me. So, he’s probably feeding Mr. Kensington a bunch of nonsense!
Chloe: Stand your ground. You’ve got the skills! Just stay calm and don’t let him shake your confidence.
Let’s hope she’s right.
I sip a little more juice, take a deep breath, and try to chill. Minutes tick by. Half an hour passes. Then a full hour.
What on earth could they be talking about for so long? And why invite us at the same time if one of us has to wait forever? Some kind of test? And why am I the only one being tested? Or does he have no intention of seriously considering me?
No, stay cool, just like Chloe said. I take a deep breath, check my blood sugar—still green—and relax.
My resume is nearly perfect. If he doesn’t want me, he won’t find anyone better. There is no one better.
Gabriel doesn’t even come close to me. No way.
But time drags. A full hour passes, then a second. Meanwhile, the secretary keeps bringing them coffee, tea, and water while I sit there, trying not to let my nerves show.
After three whole hours, I’ve had it. I stand and walk over to the secretary, who swallows hard as I stop in front of her.
"Hey… um, I don’t want to be rude, but I’ve been waiting for three hours." I give her a questioning look.
"Could you please check if I can still have my interview today? Otherwise, I’ll go home and wait for another appointment."
I’m so mad I feel like storming in and wringing both their necks.
"It won’t be much longer," she says.
I blink at her. "Are you sure about that?" She nods nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. I notice an anxiety ring she keeps twisting. Not her fault—but I’m still pissed. So, I gather my courage and hatch a plan: "Could I get another glass of juice, please?"
"Oh, yes. Of course. Absolutely. I’ll bring it right away." She actually perks up at that request. She jumps up and hurriesto the kitchen, leaving the door unguarded. Cerberus is gone—Hades is my next target.
I edge toward the door and listen. Nothing. No voices, no laughter. What the hell are they doing in there? I just push the door open, ready to confront this wannabe boss. Anyone who keeps me waiting three hours deserves a piece of my mind!
When I step inside, I see only Gabriel, sitting in Mr. Kensington’s office. Not just that—he’s behind the desk!
