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ollided with the iron bars. That was exactly what I was talking about. It was

for another interview to go horribly wrong because I couldn't get my act together.

To get to Vee Studio - the place the interview was bein

I'd dedicate my first paycheck to get

taring at the tall building in front of me. It was bigger

a job as a personal assistant? Yeah, that's right. I didn't have a single

as already an hour and thirty minutes late. My

to myself and walked into the studio which w

a single person in sight. I was hoping I got the timing wrong and the interview

ete that thought, I heard

for the interv

his gaze. His gray eyes told

his face. His eyes swept over me, from my hea

start." He said, nodding at a door behind him.

l that it hadn't started yet. But

o anything wron

I liked his eyes, but his face, his build, his voice, they were all appealing. He gave off the

told me to. It really led backstage. When I go

orner, a half-open door. I could se

ad to

e only ladies in there, but I immedia

hey were either busy fixing up their

all know

t, black slacks, a white shirt and black shoes. But everyone else in that room was dressed like they were there for a runway

ask to

lady, who was seated, staring at her reflecting in a hand mirror she h

ous about doing that, but I just had

, trying for my

e, it trailed up to my hair and then down m

for cleaners." She said, wrinkling

hell was that statem

d was pushed to th

xt to the plain lady, she didn't even b

just fancier and with a strong air o

lady said to Queen Bee. So, her name was

She waved her hand over her body. "Lo

something but then we heard

me, please head to the room across the hall."

led first. I wasn't th

oulders that seemed to want to touch the ceiling, she

after the other and I was g

s were sweaty. Everyone that went in returned with conf

tood with my shaky hand

tand a