Chapter 2

I wake up in a hurry as I feel the sudden pain in my left hip. I notice I had tangled myself in my comforter and I was now on the carpeted floor. I untangle myself and head over to the shower, strip out of my pyjamas, untie my hair and turn the nob slightly and step into the warm water. I scrub my body and pour shampoo in my hair. I massage my scalp and rinse.

I grab my purple sports bra and matching tights then I top it off with a pair of neon green trainers.

"Aunt Lisa!" I call out skipping down the stairs .

"Yeah? "She yells back.

"See you later, heading straight to the gym after my run in the park" I turn the door knob and open the door.

"Alright dear, be safe ." She says coming out of the kitchen in her robe.

Slam

"I will " I yell waving at her figure by the window.

I start jogging as soon as I step out of the driveway. I plug in my airpods and scroll through my playlist and stop and play Lemon by Rihanna.

I continue running and I enter the park and spot a few figures running too. I start mouthing the lyrics to myself as Rihanna's part comes.

I get how live it

I live how I get it

Count the mothafuckin digits

I pull up with the lemon

Not coz it ain't livin

It's just your eyes get acidic

I dodge a few people who were too stubborn to make way for a young soul trying to keep her momentum. I continue singing to myself.

And this here ain't a scrimmage

Mothafucker we ain't finished

Told you we won't stop

N***a we all about the business

Like yours but you rent it

Wave hello to the top

N***a the veyron glide

Tell the paparazzi get the lens right

Got the window down top blowin la

Got the hazards on only doing five.

I come to a halt as I feel my breath shortening. I crouch holding my knees and begin to breathe properly after a few minutes.

A girl about my age sees me and stops running to talk to me.

No need to stop, go home .I say to myself

She grins at me and I do the same but it's just that mine isn't real.

"Hiya, I'm Connie. You new around here aren't you? " she says .

Wow was it really easy to tell or I just had a "new" aura around me .

"Yeah"

"Well, what's your name? "

Girl I'm in no chatty mood .

"Why? "I ask

She blinks at me looking a bit taken back by my response before smiling again.

"I want to get to know you ,make a new friend and I could show you around. “she says simply.

"Oh, I'm not that new. Gotta go ,I'm late already"

"Okay, I'll see you around then!" she yells at my retreating figure.

I enter the gym and spot a tread mill at the far end and head towards it. I step on and switch it on to suit my desired pace.

?. ?

I GET DRESSED IN my navy blue pencil skirt and slightly see-through black blouse, I finish up my businessy look with a pair of patent leather heels. I tie my jet black hair in a loose bun and let a few strands loose, apply mascara and lip-gloss.

"Lisa! " I call out passing through the kitchen.

"Yeah? "

"I'm heading out, gotta go look for that job"

"Go ahead dear, text me if you get it"

I nod "Sure, are you going to work today? "

"Yeah, I've got the night shift today"

I nod and proceed towards the door and pull it open.

"Wait, make sure you're back by seven because I need to leave you the keys"

"Okay"

***

I enter my first building with a big R right at the top. I head straight to the receptionist.

"Um...could I speak to your manager please? "

She lifts her head from a pile of papers and looks at me with cold blue eyes. She was a blonde head and had a rather long face. Her lipstick was slightly smudged . She smiles and gestures for me to take a seat.

"I'll notify him, please just wait a few minutes ."

I sit for about five minutes and the phone rings. The lady picks up the receiver and speaks into it before returning it.

"He said you can come over, his office is on the twenty-first floor, down the hall the first door to the right got it? "

"Right " I say giving her a thumbs up.

Very unprofessional ugh. I drop my thumb to my side .

I step into the elevator and press the number on the metal box. I reach the floor and begin to follow the directions I'd been given until I come across a dark brown door and knock on it lightly. I hear a deep voice commanding to get in and I do.

As soon as I get in I see an old man in a black suit and red tie , grey eyes and a few strands of hair gelled back. His long slender fingers griping onto a few files. He slowly raises his head to meet my gaze and clears his throat.

"Take a seat, Miss? " he asks gesturing for me to sit on the seat across from him.

"Sanchez" I reply taking a seat.

He clears his throat again and looks at me with a small smile tugging at the corner of his thin lips.

"So...,what has brought you here Miss Sanchez? "

I move uncomfortably in my seat and clasp my hands together.

"I was wondering if I could get a job...here” I tell him.

He doesn't seem stunned or shocked by my statement, his expression's just blank.

" Very well, do you have your C.V with you? ."

I nod. “Yes and a few other documents I thought would be necessary for this meeting."

"May I see them please? " he says stretching his old arm across the table.

"Sure"

I hand them to him and he unfolds his specs then places them on the bridge of his nose. He goes through the file, occasionally flipping through the pages.

"Which university did you attend? " he asks, his eyes still glued to a certain page.

I resist the urge to scoff and reply.

"It's in the file" I state in a duh tone.

He narrows his eyes at me

"Sure it is but I'd like to hear it from you" he says looking at me now.

"What's the difference?, it’s still the same information. " I say getting irritated .I was starting to think this old guy couldn't read and just got the job he has in right now because someone felt sorry for his busted old ass.

"If you really intend on getting a job here, I suggest y- " he is interrupted when the door swings open.

"Hey I wanted to-" he looks at me and stares stunned.

I furrow my eyebrows as I remember him.

You've gotta be shitting me!

"You? "