What a jerk!!! I guess I got the last laugh though. *Imaginatively pats self on the back*

I’m never that open but I’m sick of being taken advantage of so I’m not gonna to sit back anymore. I buttoned the middle part of my blazer to cover the noticeable wet spot.

This isn’t going to bring me down. I have a job to do or at least a job to take!

Christine: 2   World: 1

I grabbed a taxi and got to my interview at least forty-five minutes prior so I’d make a good impression.

Good impressions are everything.

Taking a deep breathe, the tall dark New York skyline building couldn’t even bring me down.

Walking in with my head up tall, I made my way to the security desk.

The short beer-bellied security officer gave me my pass and took me to the highest floor there was and once the door to the elevator emerged open, the large wide space full of people running back and forth cued the nervous feelings once again.

I don’t want to work in this kind of environment. The girl behind the counter was pretty. About my age, straight black hair, piercing blue eyes and according to her front tag, Sarah was the name.

She seemed nice and someone I could be friends with if they ever made me move here.

The big bellied officer told Sarah who I was and she smiled as she took me back to the office.

“No need to be worried. I overheard good things about you from my director who knows Dr. Williamson so I bet you’ll do great”

Internally getting more confidence, I felt good.

Knocking three times, she revealed the dark office room that seemed kind of intimidating.

Standing in the door frame, I watched as she sprinted to open the window curtains.

Adding more light to the room, she announced my arrival and left me with a sympathetic pat on the back.

Do I really need the sympathy?

Taking a seat on the chair closest to me, I waited for the interviewer to turn his large cushioned chair to face me. It’s kind of freaking me out.

His swift motion revealed the man who covered his closed eyes with his large hands and seemed to be in content with himself.

I immediately stood up to present myself and extended my hand out to him.

“Excuse me, sir? My name is Christine. It’s really nice to meet you.”

He let out a sigh and we exchanged glances as we shook hands. The more we looked at each other, the more I felt an odd vibe.

He laughed, looked at me seriously, laughed again and started mumbling words to the point that I could only pick up a few along the lines of "honestly?" and "my luck".

What’s going on?

“Excuse me?”

His eyes peered back until he walked over and stood closer than I felt comfortable.

His hand reached down to my blazer until I stopped him.

“What do you think your doing?” I half yelled and half whispered.

He laughed amusingly, backing up a bit.

“It doesn’t feel good does it?” he then pointed down to my blazer “I did that remember? Just wanted to check and see if it dried properly or if it left a stain. According to you, dry cleaning seemed out of the question.”

Thinking back and taking a good look at his clothing. I remembered everything. I almost forgot because I never saw his eyes. It's not like he took off his glasses when we argued earlier.

“Last Season Armani Suit guy?!” I yelled

He nodded his head back and forth.

“Actually it was two seasons ago, remember?” he corrected.

Oh Crap. He’s my interviewer? Can it get any worse?

“Nice to meet you, I’m Choi Seunghyun. I’m your interviewer and the CEO of the company. Why don’t you sit down so we can go on with the interview as planned.”

It did and I think I can kiss this job goodbye.

“Come on. Sit down. Please.” he said almost pleadingly.

Is he trying to get back at me?

We faced each other again and I tried to not show my nerves creeping back up. It could have been anyone.

Anyone but him, The guy I publicly humiliated to make a point.

Maybe life is getting back at me for changing my ways so quickly. This is why I always stayed quiet.

I’m all for justice as long as I don’t have to get personally involved.

“Soo” he started “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself. I mean at least about the part I haven’t seen, like the loud and really forward one.” he smirked

He isn’t going to make this easy, is he?

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier. I was upset from the shock but I really don’t want to waste time for either of us so if you don’t want to give me the job, I can just leave.”

He stared at me, almost apologetically. Almost. Clearing his throat, he became serious.

“I’m just kidding, I can cut to the chase if you’d like. I’ve interviewed about twenty girls today and your the last one. I’m tired and after looking at your resume I can see your a better candidate compared to everyone else that’s come in so if you want to deal with me on a daily basis then the job is yours.”

What? That easy?

“So the job is mine?”

He nodded and I felt my lip curving a smile before shrieking out in happiness. His shocked face that instantly cringed from the loud sound brought me back to reality.

“Sorry....”

“I’m guessing that’s a yes?”

I nodded back happily.

“Okay so I’ll just finish up the paperwork right now while your here so we can finish things fast”

He was typing away on the computer as I hesitated to ask my next question.

“Something on your mind? Are you already regretting your decision of working for someone with a bad personality?”
 
“Your never going to let that go huh?”

“Never. So are you sure?” he laughed and I shook my head knowing that wouldn’t push me away.

“Well I have to ask... Do I have to move out here?”

He looked at me confused.

“Didn’t they already prep you on all the details?”

I panicked inside! I can’t lose out on this job after already getting it through such horrible timing as well. Why did I have to open my stupid mouth!

“No they didn’t but honestly I don’t mind moving if I have to. It’s fine” I quickly repeated but felt sad at the same time.

“No, you don’t. I live in L.A and from what your resume says, you do too so it’s perfect. But since no one told you the job details, I’ll just go over things now. Your going to work 5 days a week and be on call during weekends. You might have to travel so if thats a problem, I need to know now. I’ll give you a work cell so every time I call, you need to answer. Everything else is just basic things you’d expect from the job”

I felt relieved inside knowing I wouldn’t have to move to another state. I can still move out but I can visit my family whenever they want.

“All jokes aside, can I ask you something seriously?” he asked this time.

“Sure”

“Why would someone like you apply for this job?”

Hmmm.

“I don’t understand. Am I not good enough for the job.”

“Not at all, thats actually the opposite. I think your too qualified to apply for an assistant job.”

Assistant?

“You mean this isn’t an interview to be a part of your law staff?”

“Is that what someone told you?”  

Maybe there was a loss in translation but I feel beyond stupid. I really thought I got this job on my own. That I got it for my qualifications and the hard work I put in to go to school but now I’ve fallen this low that I have to be an assistant.

It’s sad to think that if I just worked a little bit and got mediocre passing grades, I could be working the job of my dreams like everyone else.

Feeling my eyes wanting to water, I suppressed it all with a deep breath and got up.

“I’m sorry but I can’t take this job anymore. Thank you for your time.”

I wanted to walk out until he called out to me.

“Sit down. I know you need this job so if you give me some time, I might make this worth while”

Is this a joke? Is he playing games with me?

I looked at him and he seemed serious. Something about him made me want to actually listen. I have nothing to lose right?