The devil's wife

When you run away from a difficult past, everything becomes slow and heavy.

The things that used to make you happy, don't make you happy anymore because of what your head knows, and now everything had to appear, as something else, a being based on lies taking care that everything fits because a mistake could cost a lot.

Lies are like a row of dominoes, you pull one, and they all fall equally.

And I had been living like that for a while.

I sigh. I look at my nails and want to beat myself up for not having painted them before, they looked plain compared to the women who have already gone on to be interviewed, but I'm not used to painting them.

I was nervous, there was no doubt about that. After a long time things are finally falling into place, it took time, but I want to believe it was worth it, this wasn't even about me anymore. And that was what made me nervous, there were a lot of people, both women and men vying for the position of executive assistant of this company, surely several with experience in the position.

And I had no experience in this.

In fact, given my past, this job was far from resembling my old one, but I needed this, I wanted something quiet and away from the wars. Something that would give me the confidence to be close to my loved ones without so much drama, I wanted to live in a world that was not based on lies as I have been living.

Carson's Enterprise.

The cursive letters on the wall near the main office catch the eye in their space gray color, it is a simple sign, but nothing ordinary because of the material let alone the decor surrounding it.

I often wondered to myself why they never gave this place a name related to wine. Its name was simple, but one should not be fooled because there was nothing simple about this place. I had already researched this place and an acquaintance told me about this place so that I would take it as soon as possible.

One of the reasons I came here was because he told me that this was the best place for me.

"Camille Craig, it's your turn" I looked at the woman who was calling me and nodded.

I was glad I had put on my suit for this situation because all the workers here came in perfect form; smart and neat. And since the night before I was kind of panicking not to look like them, after all, I didn't use to dress like that before.

But I'm not going to deny it, I like it, it gives me an air of...

I get up from the waiting chair, walk behind the beautiful woman, and waited for my heels not to betray me for this moment where my life could change. I wanted to make a good impression, but my heart was pounding and my nerves were on edge.

And I was panicking about falling even though it was my first day on the job.

It wasn't that I didn't know how to walk in high shoes or that it would be hard for me, it was just that I wasn't used to wearing heels for so long and the nervousness didn't help at all. And it was what could betray me.

After I left my other job I had to keep a low profile for a few years and with that decision, I gave up the long dresses, expensive clothes, black uniform, high heels, or platform boots that used to be part of my job as...

"I'm ready" I whisper.

I had no reason to be nervous, I had graduated with honors from Stanford University recently and done harder things than being an assistant before. I had a good resume for this place, if anything went wrong it would be on me and my nervousness.

Which I wouldn't let happen.

I can't blow this opportunity, I'm clear on that.

"Come in. Mr. Carson was waiting for you inside. A word of advice, never look him in the eye" She tells me, and I nodded nervously. The girl opened the mahogany door and motioned for me to come in. "Good luck."

"Thank you" I replied.

Slowly but surely, I walked into Mr. Carson's office.

Chase, one of my old friends, told me that this place was ideal for me to be a part of, and I clearly agreed. Not because he told me that, but because my contacts moved to put together the perfect resume for me to get in here and people like Chase get it all done.

Of course, it didn't cross my mind that it was Mr. Carson himself who would be doing the interview.

"Good morning, sir" I greet leaving behind the woman full of nervousness to give way to the other one, who was trained for these things.

He looked up and those eyes carried a coldness worthy of a thriller movie.

Now I understand why I was told "don't look into his eyes". They are so blue, so cold, and so beautiful that they captivate whoever looks into them. They are spells, they are a curse and maybe they can be...

"Good morning, miss" he reciprocated my greeting.

I wanted to sit down, but my father taught me that until my superior asked me not to do so.

"Camille Craig" he says my name and I try to keep my cool. "I've seen your resume, good qualifications, speaks several languages, has skills needed for this position and I must admit it's too good to be real. And if this big world has taught me anything, it's that I can't trust anyone no matter how good they are. So, I ask you, do you have anything to say?"

"Nothing" I responded immediately, and he looked at me with a frown.

He motioned me to take a seat and I continue with what I wanted to imply. There is nervousness, but my desire to eat the world came first because I have priorities and it is obvious why I do it.

So I must stand my ground.