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I’m now at Coopers Fabrics for the interview.
Do you have anything else to say?”
“It’s nothing, Em.
It’s just that I’m worried about your sudden change of heart.
Anyway, I called you to give you some good news.
I will meet you tonight at your place.”
His voice dripped with excitement.
“What good news?
And sure, I’m free tonight.”
I ignored his first statement.
“That’s a surprise for later tonight.
Now I gotta go.
All the best for your interview!”
I smiled.
“Thanks.
See you later.”
Sighing, I put the phone down.
What good news he was talking about?
“Emerald Hutton?”
A lady in her mid-thirties with a high tight bun and suit looked around for the beholder of the name.
“It’s me!”
Raising my hand, I got up.
“You’re next.
Mr.Cooper is waiting for you inside,” she said.
Tone professional with no hint of a smile.
Nodding, I grabbed my purse, CV, and followed behind her.
Once we stopped before a pair of white doors, she knocked and waited.
“Come in!”
barked a voice from inside.
I cringed.
God knew who was going to take my interview.
I already had a feeling of doom.
Tilting her chin, she gestured to me to go on and left.
Taking deep breaths, I entered.
Restless butterflies stormed in my stomach.
A small round man in his late fifties sat opposite of the huge desk.
Mr.Cooper.
The CEO.
With a big scowl, he continued to sign some papers, muttering something incoherent under his breath.
A loud noise echoed in the room as he slightly leaned to his right and then sat straight.
I stopped in my tracks.
“Would you stand there forever?
Sit!”
he grumbled, without looking at me.
He didn’t seem to notice that he just farted before someone.
Trying not to crinkle my nose at the foul odor in the air, I took the chair opposite of his and placed the file of my CV on the desk.
“Hello, Mr.Cooper.
I’m Emerald Hutton.”
I kept my tone as professional as I could while holding my breath.
“Give me your CV already, will you?”
Brushing the arched moustache on his upper lip, he reached out for my file, and I handed it to him.
With narrowed eyes, he scrutinized my CV.
Though I’d topped in most of my exams and my other qualifications were also good, I was still at the edge of his judgement.
Because the way he was looking at those papers, I got a feeling he was a judge in some time of his life.
“You’re fluent in Spanish and Italian?
Or you just added it out of excitement?”
His tone was already calling me a fraud.
But I remained calm.
“No, Mr.Cooper.
I’ve taken courses on Italian and my second language was Spanish at high school.
If you want, I could converse with you in one of them.”
“No need.”
He waved his hand, grunting.
“It’s not that I’d understand anything, anyway.
You could blabber to make a fool of me.”
I gritted my teeth, but kept my composure.
This grumbling potato was now getting on my nerves.
Who takes interviews like that?
I wonder who even made him the CEO of this company.
“You eat well?”
For the first time, he looked up.
My brows creased.
How did that relate to anything with the job?
“I do when I’m hungry.
Why?”
He snorted.
“Girls of your generation are fond of keeping themselves empty stomached to stay lanky.
And if your stomach is empty, so will be your head.
How would you create designs if you’re empty in the head?”
Do I still want to work in his company?
Sadly, yes.
“No, Mr.Cooper.
I prefer to be healthy than be… lanky,” I replied.
He cast a look, observing me.
I fidgeted in my seat.
Then, he closed my file and slid it to me.
“Get out now.
And tell Lucinda to send the next headache.”
I raised my brow.
Did he just reject me?
Then I understood it was his way to say: you may leave now.
And I assumed Lucinda was that woman who sent me in, and headache was the next candidate.
Pressing my lips tight, I flashed him an even tighter smile and stood up.
The nervousness now turned into fear as I informed Lucinda and then walked away.
She said I’d receive an email later to know if I was selected or not.
Until then, I would have to wait.
As I got out of the elevator, my shoulder bumped into someone.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
Looking up, I found a man near Mr.Cooper’s age standing before me.
But he was far from small and round, the opposite, in fact.
Tall and fit.
Some gray hairs were peeking out of his dark strands.
When he glanced at me, something flashed across his dark, hollow eyes.
Tilting his head, he gave me a look over.
I didn’t know why, but he looked familiar.
And from just looking at him, uneasiness filled me.
“It’s all right, my dear.
People often stumble into their way when they don’t see where they’re going.
Or… crossing whose path.”
The edge of his voice evolved some secrets.
Then the ominous look suddenly vanished and replaced a bright smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“I hope your interview went well, dear.”
I looked down at my CV.
But still, they were in a file.How did he know I came here for an interview?
“Uh, it was good.
But how do you know that I came here for an interview?”
He had that look again.
“I know a lot of things, young lady.”
His orbs flickered over my shoulder.
“If you will excuse me, I’m in a hurry right now.
I will see you later.”
Nodding, he walked into the elevator.
“But…” I turned around, but the doors were already closed.
And he was gone.
I frowned.
Who was he?
He talked as if… he knew me somehow.
But how?
Whatever, I didn’t want to see him around again.
That man radiated some kind of negative energy.
Heaving a sigh, I looked up at the sky once outside.
First interview got canceled, and this one was terrible.
Though he didn’t give me an answer, his expression didn’t seem to be impressed.
Still, I had my fingers crossed.
I didn’t want this chance to slip away from my hand.
It wasn’t even noon.
And I was already feeling tired.
My phone vibrated again.
And this time it was my best friend.
“I’ve found out.
She isn’t his girlfriend or anything like that.
They’re just friends!
And if it still bothers you, then you should know that she’s happily married,” Cassie finished in one breath.
“Cassie, what are you talking about…” Then it hit me.
That girl with him at the diner.
That redhead.
Irritation irked my skin.
Wait… what did she say?
They’re just… friends?
Not anything else?
Why did I feel so light?
I shook my head.
“Em, you there?”
“Yeah, I’m listening.”
I cleared my throat.