Bab 2: Job Application
Swiftly dialing the number I'd copied in the magazine from work, into my phone, I readied myself to make that sweet call that could change my life forever. My Jumpers rose high on my legs as I couldn't contain myself on the couch being nervous as hell. When it came to clumsy, I was the queen of it all. Cory teases me with it sometimes too.
"Hello?" I say the moment the person on the other end picks up. "Hi, my name is Anastasia Graham and I saw your number on a magazine for job application ?" I rant before deciding to give myself a break.
"Oh hi. Yes, thank you for reaching the Styles residence...what did you say your name was again?"
"Anastasia but you can just call me Anna" I reply with a rushed voice.
"Well Anna, I'd like to meet you" the lady on the other end said. "My name is Greta and how about you come over and we can discuss everything"
I made a fist bump in the air, pulling the phone away from my ear for a second to make a happy sound before returning it. "Why, I'd love that Greta. Thank you so much"
"Great. I'll email you the address" Greta said and then hung up. I jumped up squealing. Yes! I thought the person would back down when they heard just how clumsy I could be. Or worst, the job was already taken. I quickly called Cory to tell her how my little encounter went.
"Please tell me you've made that call" Cory said immediately she picked.
"Yes! Yes I did and I'm meeting with the woman soon I hope"
"Woman?"
"Yeah. She said her name was Greta."
"Well, cool thing. How soon though?"
"I don't know. When she emails me the address I guess"
Cory squealed. "Oh honey! I'll fast and pray you get that job"
I chuckled. "thanks Cory but..." My phone pinged with a new message so I checked the user to see Greta Jones. A smile formed on my lips. "I just got the Email"
"Hell yes!"
We both shrilled over the phone for the longest time before Cory hung up and I rushed to my wardrobe to fetch out a clothe to wear for the meeting with Greta. I need to look good, to represent and to not look like a homeless junk. I sported out a red gown that was simple and official at the same time. It had a thin hand and it reached to my knee. I also pulled out a black denim jacket to go with it and then pumps, laying the full attire on my study chair, I let out a breathful sigh. If things work out well, the pay is good and I'm happy with the job, I might as well just count myself lucky
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I didn't bother taking coffee this morning, just brushed my brown curls and grab the car keys, rushing outside my apartment only to be met with the angry face of my landlord. Mr Roger. He looked like a predator out to get his debtors especially me. He's wearing his usual junkie jacket with blue jeans and brown stained sneaker like it could never be washed entirely clean again.
"Running late to somewhere, Anna?" He demanded.
"Mr Roger!" I snap with an unsettled smile. "What a surprise"
"Cut the crap!" He scoffed, making me sigh.
"Please give me one more month and I'll try to pay off my debt, please" I put my hand in praying motion, pleading to the man. He Gruffs and then lights up his cigarette taking a puff out of it.
"Better so or you won't have to worry about a home when I kick you out because you'd be living in the cell!" He threaten before walking off and I released a big sigh. Perhaps, if I couldn't make enough money like I'd hoped by the end of the month, I could borrow some money from Cory. I've bothered her a lot in a lifetime and I hate to do so again.
I hurry down the stairs until I reach my car. Now more than ever, I need this job. Apart from living expense, I had other bills to pay. The ones my mom left behind before she died was even the worst. How did her mom accumulate a debt up to two millions dollars for God sake! A tear rolled down my cheek and vigorously, my hand wiped it away. I always knew she wasn't the perfect mother, randomly sleeping with married men, getting shit-faced and pranking men for money but to get involved in drugs and drug dealers, I wasn't expecting that. Now it's my job to right her wrong.
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I stared in aware as my car peruz through the neighborhood of Bronxville. It's true only the rich and fortunate stay here. The place sings money. I pull up at the address sent to me before walking out of my car and to the gate. I ring the bell twice before waiting.
The camera came on and I could see an older lady appear on the screen of the gate bell. Cool!
"Hi, I'm Anastasia"
The lady grinned. "Of course. You'll be up in a minute" she said before the screen went blank and I constantly tap my hand against my thigh nervously. What if they don't like me? Do I have to babysit a bunch of rich kids?
The gate opened and the older lady smiled at me. She had some strands of white hair but other than that, she liked so classy and pretty for an aged woman. Green suit and skirt that looked good with her plump legs, person necklace round her neck along with tiny pearl earrings. She looks like the lady of the house and her husband is the rich fat dude that only cares about money and sex with random bimbos. Ugh, too much book reading!
"Come in dear" She said. "I'm Greta, like you already know".
"Nice to met you in person, Greta"
She led me into the compound and through the glass doors. I twist my neck from side to side, taking in the beauty and class of the mansion.
"Mr Styles is at work now so I figured I give you a little run up about how things would work" Greta flashed me a smile. She calls her husband by his name?
"Sounds good to me" I say.
"Sit and I'll get you a cup of tea" Greta said before retreating into another room. I glare around. I was expecting a place like this to have workers everywhere, tending to different things but the place is as quiet ass a ghost house. Greta returned with a tray of cookies and tea of course.
"Thanks" I mumble in appreciation because I didn't have breakfast and my tummy was beggining to rebel against me. "There seem to be no workers around here" I state, sipping my tea.
"Ah yes! Mr Styles don't like people around. He's a keep to self man" she smiles sweetly and innocently and I knew right away that her bond with Mr Styles was not a romantic one. Simply platonic.
"You seem to adore him" I smile and she nods with a chuckle.
"I literally raised him and his siblings up. He's like my son" Oh.
I nod with interest. "Oh sure" So if Greta looks to be in her early fifties and she said she practically raised Mr Styles, then that means he's a young man. Way to do the maths. And his brothers, do they live here with him? I'm more curious than when I arrived
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