Baskadia

*Interview

*Mheerat

I woke up feeling excited and nervous. My interview at THE WORLD OF FASHION is in a few hours. I got dressed in a pair of plain black trousers and a lacey black blouse. I tied my hair with a nude coloured veil. I completed the look with a nude coloured bag and heels. I applied a little bit of foundation, a winged eyeliner and nude lipstick.

I was literally running into the building because I was late. Just great, the day of my interview and am late. I got caught up in traffic.i kept on wandering how traffic could be so tight so early in the morning forgetting that this city is nothing like Kaduna.

I saw the doors to the elevators closing. Oh no I can't climb up multiple flights of stairs. Please hold the doors I said out loud hoping the person at the other end of the doors could hear me. Thank God they did. The doors opened back up. My smile turned into a frown when I noticed who was inside the elevator. It was the guy from the other day. The same guy who bumped into me. Ugggh could my morning get any worse. I stepped into the elevator with my head up high. I don't want any distractions before my big interview. He cleared his throat gaining a look from me. Can you push the button. Huh what a jerk. I pushed the button to the 5th floor because that's where I'm to have my interview.

The doors opened and I was welcomed by a middle aged man. Good morning sir i said to him. Good morning. Am guessing you're miss mheerat Ibrahim. Yes sir that's me. He noticed the other guy walking out of the elevator also but what he said to him surprised me. Good morning Mr Owolabi. The clients are waiting for you in the conference hall. Wait did he just say Owolabi? As in afeez Owolabi the CEO of this company. The man only nodded to him and walked away. I turned to the man in front me. Sir who's that man I asked him. Ohh that's Mr Owolabi. The CEO of this company. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. You mean that, that same guy I was rude to is my soon to be boss? Oh my God. I haven't even started my interview yet and I feel like I've messed up big time.

Follow me to my office miss Ibrahim the man said. He introduced himself as the manager and he's the one who'll interview me. So miss Ibrahim, why do you want this job? I pushed all thoughts to the back of my head and wore my bravest expression.

Sir it has been my dream ever since I can remember to become a fashion icon. To someday own my own fashion empire. Growing up, people always thought I was going through a phase but they were wrong. It's my Passion and it only burns hotter every minute. I not only want to prove to people that I can achieve it, I also want to prove to myself that if I can dream it I can achieve it. And if I get this job sir I promise to do my best sir. The man in front of me gave me his warmest smile. Well congratulations miss Ibrahim. The job is yours.

Oh my God. Thank you so much sir. I promise to do my best sir. Thank you. The smile on my face could be noticed from a mile away. Yes I did it. I got the job baby.

Mr Marcus the manager, took me to the CEO'S office to introduce me as his new P.A. My heart was beating so loud I could hear it. He knocked on the door and we walked into the office. I must say this man has a great taste in interior decors. His office had this sort of manliness to it that screams power. There he was sitting on his chair in front of his table with piles of paper scattered around it. His jacket resting at on the edge of his chair. His tie sitting loosely around his neck. I never got to take a good at him until now. He's really cute. His jet black hair shimmering as the rays of sun shone on him through the window. His beards nicely shaved. His broad chest and bicep could be seen even with is shirt on. Wow he's a work of art.

*Afeez

Mr Marcus came into my office together with the lady from before. Sir this is your new personal assistant Mr Marcus introduced her to me. Huh so this lady who didn't even give a chance to apologize the other day is my new personal assistant. This should be interesting. I stood up stretching my hands forward to her for a handshake. What's your name? Mheerat Ibrahim sir. What a nice name I said to myself. Welcome miss Ibrahim. Mr Marcus here will show you around and enlighten you about your work here. Mr Marcus please show her around I said to him. Yes sir.

She's really pretty. Her eyes big and beautiful. Her palms felt so soft on mine when she shook me, I could see the guilt written all over her face which only made her look so cute.

C'mon AZ what has gotten into you. You haven't looked at any girl the way you looked at her earlier.

My life has been boring. I hardly hangout with friends or family. All I care about is running my company. All I do is work, eat, sleep and so does the circle continue everyday I get out of bed. I don't have time for relationships. The relationships I've had in the past have taught me alot. So I only focus on the thing I care about my company. No time for love or distractions.

*Mheerat

Mr Marcus showed me around the company introducing me to some of my colleagues. He told me what my job would be about. To take care of businesses together with the boss. Have every file ready for use and attend meetings along side the CEO. I understood all he told me and I can't wait to start working here. I was to start working tomorrow so I had the rest of the day off. I got back home to prepare myself for work tomorrow. I laid on my bed reminiscing about my encounter with mr owolabi today. Damn I really messed up. I was so rude to my boss. But in my defense, I never knew he'd be my boss so I don't have to blame myself for what happened. Plus it was his fault he bumped into me like that.

Ohhh God I hope he doesn't bring this up