Married To Fashion

I wake up exhausted from spending all night practicing the pitch for the interview I have today. Its probably one of the most important interviews of my entire life. I got called for an interview for a position in Biggs and associates. I might become the designer of one of the biggest fashion houses in the country. Getting that job would change my life for good and help me with hospital bills for mum. I take a quick shower and wear the outfit I organized yesterday. Black trousers, a black long sleeved turtle neck shirt and a white vest all tucked. My hair in a cute updo, I looked professional but fashionable pleased with my appearance I call my best and only real friend Marcelo.

“Hey Marcelo, I’m ready” I say trying to reduce the excitement in my tone but failing

“that’s lovely Sammy but you know we’ll be like an hour early if we leave now, right?’’ he laughs but I ignore it. There is nothing wrong in being punctual I really need this job anyways I’m worse than desperate.

I tell him to just hurry and pick me up, he’s the one that insisted on offering me a ride anyways. Shortly after I see his car through the window and hurry out to meet him. he gets out of the car just to open the door. He towers me even though I'm 5’6 which makes me feel short, I will never get used to his insane height. I smile and accept the gesture “such a gentleman, your future wife is so lucky” I joke

He looks at me with eyes full of mischief “yes you are lucky” I just giggle and ignore his statement. Marcelo and I would never work. We’ve been best friends since like forever and he’s practically my brother. He knows that and he’s also a musician with women begging to be with him. I’d rather not get involved. Marcelo has this playboy aura even though he's a complete sweetheart. He has all the nice qualities like he has the addictive woody scent, his eyes are an alluring shade of caramel brown, his hair is curly and messy in a way you'd want to mess even more. Him being tall and the nicest guy ever is just an amazing bonus. Today he's wearing a plain black shirt and jeans. The shirt hugs his fit build and shows the tattoos on his neck and arms. He also has a brow and tongue piercing he did cause of a stupid dare.

He plays music to calm my nerves and we just stay in comfortable silence until we arrive at the building. The building is massive with a huge sign reading Biggs and associates fashion house. Overwhelmed with anxiety I consider bolting. I cannot handle another rejection; I’ve heard too many “I’m sorry you’re not what we are looking for” from different fashion houses. I’m losing faith in myself. Marcelo noticing my mood swing takes my hand rubbing small circles to calm me down

“Whatever happens in there I will be proud of you. If they reject you, they are just plain blind because I see the potential in you Sammy, you are going to be amazing. You already are” he looks at me with all seriousness. I already feel emotional.

“Aww thanks Marcelo, you’re the best” I try to hold back my tears before I ruin my makeup and look horrible for my interview.

“You know if you let me, I’d fund all your dreams” this is the tenth time he is saying this but I don’t want handouts out of pity, ill figure things out my way.

“I appreciate really but no, now I really have to go inside its almost time so bye babe”

I leave the car before giving him a chance to say anything. Looking at the large building I take a deep breath and walk in. the receptionist is a tall blonde woman. I tell her why I’m here and she directs me to the boss’s office. She seemed friendly enough, hopefully my interviewer will be just as nice.

I knock twice before a voice tells me to come in. I do as instructed and see the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on. He looked only slightly older than me with a well styled black hair, captivating green eyes. I couldn’t really specify the shade since I wasn’t close to him. He was wearing a blue suit that fit him deliciously well.

When I hear him clear his throat, I realize I had been staring. My cheeks turn red from embarrassment and I put my head down. “Umm good day sir, I’m Samantha West and I’m here for the interview” I say cringing from how forced it sounded. Why is this man making me so nervous?

“You can sit” he nods towards a chair barely looking at me. I hope I didn’t fuck this up…

He asks me a series of questions which I luckily nail, feeling more comfortable I enter my zone. Talking fashion brings out the best in me. We finish the interview on a good note even though I couldn’t read him. He always kept a cold, resigned look which made it difficult to know if I did well.

Throughout the interview I used the opportunity to stare at him. He had a nice build, not bulky and muscular like Marcelo but lean like a basketballer, he had tanned skin and when I got a closer view of his eyes I saw hints of gold which I've never really seen with anyone, the more I looked the more I wanted to. He looked like luxury in his expensive suit and watch, his jaw structured like it was sculpted by Hephaestus himself. His nose pointed and he rarely smiled. The man has a mysterious aura that just made me want to know more. He smelled divine too like the smell of soil after a heavy rain storm

Before we could fully conclude his phone rings and he excused himself. He delays for quite some time leaving me to admire the office of course I knew Biggs had money, they had to be the top 30 richest fashion companies in the world. But to have an office this large and spacious with a view behind him to overlook all of Manhattan. I could get used to the view, looking round the design was minimalistic but screamed expensive. From the black leather cushions, to the black rugs to the decor everything was done to perfection. His office had a freaking chandelier! It was just amazing. The wood they used to make his table was so smooth, I wish I could have his office.

He comes back looking frustrated. He sighs then regains his cold expression.

“Miss West, you are hired” he says calmly. I look at him surprised. I made it! I finally did.

“Thank you, thank you so much sir you won’t regret it I promise” he raises his hand to pause me.

“You are hired but I need you to do something…. I don’t know how you will take this but… I need you to marry me”

Wait what? What does he mean by I should marry him?

“Sir, umm I don’t understand” I say, I’m so lost” he sighs again like this is very hard for you.

“If you agree I’ll explain the details but if you agree I will give you 50 million dollars apart from funding for your next fashion line and other benefits.

Huh? I must look like a complete idiot because of how confused I am. He wants me to marry him, I don’t even know his name for goodness’ sake. The money would change my life though. I could pay my mums bills for life and pay all my debts, get a new apartment and everything.

“Think about it and get back to me in two days, I don’t have time for delays” he says and gives me an expression that shows he is done talking to me. I thank him and excuse myself, I have so much to think about now.

My turn on my phone to check messages then see 15 missed calls from Mc (Marcelo). What does he want? I call back immediately

“Hey babe what’s up?” I ask

“Sam, you need to hurry to the hospital, your mum is in a critical condition”

“Oh, my goodness, I’ll be right there. Thank you, Marcelo,”

Mum please don’t die yet. I start hurrying to get a cab fighting back tears