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irt and a short black skirt, with corporate black shoes. I pulled out my phone and quickly ordered a ride. Before

hat the interview would entail. I tried to focus instead on the sights of the beautiful city of LA. The traffic was light, and we made quick progress towards my dest

wn the block. The black glass reflected the sunlight, creating a blinding glare that made it hard to look d

, from business suits to casual wear going about their business. I adjusted my skirt, pulling it down to

yone would recognize me, not that I hoped they would. I tried not to think about it too much. A notification beep sounded, and I looked at

itting at the receptionist desk, her chin-length hair was styled in a bob, and her tailored business suit was the perfect balance of femininity. She welcomed me w

e job interview scheduled at 9:00 AM with the C

. I envied her professionalism. I knew that I could never be anything like her. I was a girl who hooked up with

ppened so quickly that I didn't have time to look him up. What if my impression of him was wrong? Perh

rs as the elevator began ascending to the exclusive suite. The doors slid open, revealing a long

he bottom. A voice in my head dubbed me for even wondering about offendin

pristine the room was, from the spotless surfaces to the gleaming, richly-colored tiles underfoot. In the center of the room, was a desk with a glass

de the office, this was the place for the candidates. I approached it, but my

hen the sound of a door slamming made me jump, and I turned in surprise to see the most handsome man standing in the doorway. He looked a bit topsy-turvy

ldn't help but stare into his eyes, which seemed to be the color of the deepest sea. I could get lost in them for ho

n trance, but the cold look on his face remained unchanged. He came so close that I could feel his breath on my face, his eyes trained on my lips, t

a harsh manner, as his gazes went across to