I woke up again sweating profusely I had the same dream again, a wet dream with a gorgeous lady she was.., the alarm clock by my side rang abruptly and I turned my head ti see the clock read 8:00am.
Shii I was going to be late for my interview, I hurriedly stoop up and dashed into the restroom.
As I stared at my figure in the mirror while brushing, something flashed in my memory and I felt dizzy.
I held the wash sink to avoid falling I had to put myself together and get to work;or not work maybe because I haven't been giving the job yet but I was optimistic.
With my rumpled shirt and big hopes I stared at myself in the elevator mirror, the ride was lonley and short as soon as I arrived and the elevators door opened I felt the sweet smell of lavender vanilla and jasmine and somehow they smelt right.
As I stepped out of the elevator into NovaTech's sleek lobby, the soft hum of innovation hanged in the air. I straightened my tie, taking in the polished marble floor and minimalist art on walls.
I walked past rows of glass cubicles – engineers in headphones, eyes on screens. Not a whisper broke the focused silence. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from a sunlit café area.
Turning a corner, I spotted the reception desk – a sleek curve of glass and chrome. The receptionist smiled warmly. "Good morning, sir.
I responded I have an Interview with...?" She didn't even let me complete my sentence
"Your name sir" with her charming smile on her face
I gave my name. "Right this way. Make yourself comfortable in the lounge. Water or coffee?"
I nodded for water, taking a seat in the pluxe lounge. Soft jazz floated. A framed screen on the wall cycled through team wins and product, an elderly lady soon came with my water and I silently collected it
Just as I was getting settled in waiting for the interview in I heard something that shook my composure; it was a female voice she introduced herself as the secretary
"Miss Guvanchi is going to be doing the interview by herself, and we're sorry to announce that the position for the executive is occupied the famous Allen wade flew in to occupy the position"
There were many sighs and grunts, most people had even started leaving. The whole situation was funny he had applied for the position of a financial executive to Astra tech solutions but now he was hearing that Allen wade has that position.
Allen wade;the famous Allen wade had a famous tech company "Allen tech innovations"Located in Australia and it was the second biggest in the world. It didn't make sense that he was going to be working for miss Guvanchi as her finicial executive
As he was about to leave the secretary continued her announcement; the new position available is personal secretary, the person will have to leave with her in her house. Just as the term implies "personal" all interested candidates should wait in the lobby and they will be called in when she has gone through your files and calls for you"
He didn't know what to do he decided to stay; he was currently brine at the moment and had nothing doing soo he inhaled softly and sank back into his seat still sipping at his bottle of water after what seemed like an enternity
A man in a security uniform walked up to him
"Sir I've been asked to bring you to miss Guvanchi's office, please follow me" he stood up and followed him and they re entered the elevator was the man pressed the ph button and I looked at him he looked old but not poor
" hello sir how are you doing" he looked at me and said nothing, I tapped him curious to know why he refused to answer me then he said
"You're not a staff yet, if I'm caught talking to you it would seem as if I was divulging company information there are cameras everywhere" I instinctively looked up and saw a cctv camera staring at me I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. we soon arrived and the elevator opened and I became star struck
The gist thing I noticed was the pure silver floors; the chadelier in the open space was gold Infact The penthouse sprawled like a city of gold and silver .
He could see the curve of diamond-encrusted swimming pools in the distance, glass walls catching sunlight like a thousand facets of a jewel, and marble floors so polished they mirrored his steps like liquid silver.
He followed a path through a private park, with platinum-frimmed fountains leading him toward a sleek tower of glass and gold at the far end. A discreet door slid open, and he stepped into a mini elevator lined with silver velvet. It whisked him up to Mrs. Gwanchi's office. The security guard speaks to him for the second time since the walk " wish you Goodluck hope you get the job" and walks out briskly
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Mrs. Gwanchi's office was a vault of diamonds and gold. Walls shone with silver-leaf panels. The floor was covered with a thick diamond-white carpet.
A large desk made of solid gold sat at the far end of the room. Behind the desk was a silver throne-like chair with diamond accents.
On the desk was a gold vase with one flawless diamond orchid. A slim laptop encrusted with sapphires and a gold phone sat on one corner.
Mrs. Gwanchi sat in the chair, wearing a fitted silver gown with a diamond necklace. Her hair was a dark bob that ended at her chin. She looked up as he entered.
His heart skipped and his vision became blurry before he could understand what was happening to him was that he lost conscienceness
I open my eyes to the cold glare of Mrs. Gwanchi. I shut my eyes back, but I can still feel her piercing gaze. I open my eyes, and she's looking at the heartbeat monitor. I turn my gaze towards the monitor and see that my heartbeat is dangerously high:
*BEEP... BEEP... BEEP-BEEP-BEEP... 120... 125... 130...*
Mrs. Gwanchi's voice is cold as ice but calm and sweet. "I don't know what's the problem, but you can't die. Calm down, your heart rate is too high
Her voice is as cold as I've but at the same time so sweet; as if my body responded to her
My hear beat reduced to normal.
This was wierd,my face turns red out of embarrassment anytime I go unconscious I usually have the same reoccurring dreams that I see a gorgeous lady and ….. the lady looks like MISS GUVANCHI
I swear I must be mad or something but it's miss Guvanchi I guess my head couldn't handle seeing the face real life and I fainted.
I turn my face to look at miss Guvanchi her stare is cold and unbothered
Miss Guvanci clears her throat and says, "I went through your file after you fainted in my office..."
She pauses, her gaze narrowing as she looks at him, expecting a reaction.
He shifts uncomfortably under her stare, a mix of embarrassment and anxiety flickering across his face.
"...But I didn't see any numbers of family or friends," she continues, one eyebrow raised. She rolls her eyes slightly, a hint of disapproval in her tone. "So I had to bring you here personally."
He looks down, a flush creeping up his cheeks.
"And yes, if you must know, you wasted a reasonable amount of my time." She tilts her head, her voice dripping with skepticism. "I mean, for a nobody like you, I shouldn't give you that privilege of wasting my time."
He winces, his eyes darting up to hers, a flash of hurt in them.
"But I couldn't just let you go," she says, her expression softening ever so slightly. She pauses again, studying him. "I know you might be wondering why I brought you to the hospital..."
He looks at her warily, his eyes asking the question.
"Don't think you are that special – I actually have some..." She cuts herself off, a small frown creasing her brow. "Why am I even giving you the full information?" She shakes her head, a tiny laugh escaping her lips. "Never mind, it does not matter to you whether I brought you here or why I brought you here."
He looks relieved, a small nod escaping him.
"The most important thing is that you are here, and you have me to thank for not letting you die." She says it with a straight face, but a hint of amusement dances in her eyes. "Cause I could have ordered my staff to throw you out of my building. Because who comes for a job interview feeling sick up to the extent that you had to faint?"
He looks down, his shoulders slugging in embarrassment.
"Anyways, I am not sure you are able for this job qualification, because I don't want my personal secretary to be fainting on the road or when we have serious or important meetings."
Miss Guvanci stands up to leave. He holds her by the hem of her dress. His eyes are bloodshot, and he's like, "Ma, I don't know why I fainted. I am not going to lie to you, but I really need a job. I really need a job, and I am broke at the moment, so having a place to stay would be a very beautiful thing for me. Please help me out. I promise you I am capable. Look at my qualifications in my document. I am capable, I can do the work of a personal secretary very well, please."
Miss Guvanci's expression turns icy as she looks down at her dress, then at the hand gripping the hem. Her voice is calm but with a hint of annoyance. "Remove your hand, now."
She turns back to face him, her gaze piercing. "So, you're broke, you need a job, and you think your qualifications are enough? Let me tell you something – I don't care about your qualifications right now. I care about whether you can handle the job without collapsing on me."
She pauses, studying him. "I'll make a deal with you. You can be my personal secretary on one condition: you tell me what really made you faint in my office."