e's

tstand to turn off the alarm, but I pressed the snooze button. After 5 minutes, the ridiculous sound came back on again as

't forget you have

5 minut

k care of my business, showered, and picked out what to wear for my interview: a black pencil skirt with a high waist that fit my curves and ended just above my knees; a green long-sleeved blouse with a modest back slit. I approached the full-length mirror, running my hands down the side of my chest to ensure the top was properly tucked under the skirt. I put on my black high

his name. The man owns almost all the buildings in New York City. We are his subjects, and he... the king. The man exudes wealth; even his name says, "Look at me." The man is a

ly thing that could be heard clicking against Blackwood's marble floors. I noticed a desk

." I greeted the lady a

sist you, my darling?" The lady respond

for an i

the top floor." I thanked her and entered the elevator. The top floor is completely different from the ground floor. If I said

lady looked at me from he

me before scrutinizing me as if I were some

view." She scanned me

she told me to sit. Not long after I'd taken a seat, a man walked in, and the lady s

di." The man didn't even

today?" While he was walking, he

00 a.m. appointment." The m

s terrifying. I never got to see his face. Wait! Has he just rescheduled my interview for 11:00 a.m.? That is "URGH!" I have to

Bi

ilicious,

enic ha

ous creature commit? Your Majesty

ew to 11:00 a.m., and no

u can still go to the ba

meet after the

ht, let's me

efore it has started. I'm not sure why. I checked the time. The time was now 10:57 a.m. The secretary then began

y stillness. When I looked up, my gaze was greeted by a diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling. My feeble mind began to calculate how much one of those gl

is wooden desk, coming from gazing outside through his massive windows, with one hand tucked in his pocket. He took his hand out of his pants, fixed his suit jacket, and took a seat behind his desk, like a king

k. His stone-like voice makes me squirm. I feel judged in his presence. Not t

trash? I burst into tears in front of him. I cursed ever being 18; perhaps if I had been older, I would not have cried in response to such insults. How can he call m

, I love yo

ver felt so embarrassed in my life. I exit