04

With my compression tights wrapped thick thighs rubbing against each other, I hopped out of Beth's car and confidently walked into the building. Since it was her day off from the hospital she lent it to me for my interview at Black Gold Holdings. I got a call two days ago to come for an interview after I sent my cv for the CEO's assistant position. Being that I have not had a stable job since never. I was delighted and made sure to get here thirty minutes earlier.

''Good morning.''

I greeted the other women who sat in line waiting to be called into the interview, after the receptionist had directed me to them. Only one or two replied back and the rest looked me up and down like I was lost. Though I did not want to, their looks made me a little self conscious and for a second forgot who I was. Knowing how skinny and the biased standard of sexy sold and was accepted by many, I knew that I would definitely not be the company's first choice. Especially since every female who had passed me in the building was much less in weight than I was and all the girls seated next to me did not look anything above a size eight or thirty-two (African size).

''They called you in because of your cv not your looks.''

The voice in my head said which sounded so much like Beth. I think I am going crazy. The quicker the line went, the more nervous I got and when only two girls were left before it was my turn, I realized I had not googled the company.

''That for sure will not get you hired!''

Mind Beth rolled her eyes at me. With the little data I had, I quickly scanned through the company. Trying to find anything about the guy I was to be working for but there was nothing much about him. Except how and when he started the business. I began sweating and did my best to fan myself.

'' Don't worry you'll be fine. You'll ace the interview. Though I do not get why you would want to work for Mr. Selfish Stuckup Mzolo. ''

A woman who seemed to be in her early fifties or late fifties whispered to me before walking out of the building. The laugh had eased my nerves but I  could not help wondering why he had an obviously elderly woman working for him. Not that she looked frail and old but everyone in the building looked nothing above forty-five. Maybe he was truly stuckup and selfish.

'' Kimberly Kenzo.''

Saying a little prayer, I pressed on the elevator for the fourth floor as the receptionist had instructed and anxiously listened as the elevator music played. Finally understanding what Eminem meant by the line "you make elevator music". This shit is depressing. The ding of arriving at the fourth floor startled me and I could not help but laugh at my expression on the wall to wall mirrors. Although they looked like really shiny steel than mirrors.

'' Then straight ahead.''

I recalled the instructions before gently knocking on the huge brown intimidating double doors.