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   Chapter 2 Germs Hate The Light

I Like Your Shoes By Sivani Yasashree Characters: 6210

Updated: 2018-09-20 18:33

As it turned out, instead of the beautiful blue eyes I'd been expecting, I met a pair of pale, bland and watered down brown eyes.

What? That's it? No shiny crystals? Just some brown eyes that looked as dead as the bland coffee my mom makes without sugar?

I will, never ever trust another's words and get my hopes up again.

"Miss Bellemore? Is everything alright?" The man says, dragging me out of my thoughts. I eye his firmly pressed, blue jacket and regret my hasty decision of putting on the first piece of cloth that crossed my eye.

"Yes, I'm fine."

He walks forward and stretches a hand in my direction. I take it, hoping he wouldn't notice my sweaty palm.

"Timothy Green." Confident, comforting.

"Ambrosia Bellemore." Squeaky, ball of nerves.

"Your friend spoke highly of you." I hold back the small smirk that was forming on my lips. I nod slightly instead. Cecelia had to pull a few strings to get me this interview. By the look of it, she probably pulled his heart strings.

"You are here to for the post of personal assistant?" I thought I heard a pinch of disbelief in Timothy's voice.

"I believe so, yes." I say slowly. That brightens him up. My eyes narrow infinitesimally. Suddenly, I wasn't so excited about getting the job.

Clapping his hands together, he leads me deeper into the hellishly white building. I see a few people working furiously on their computers, the reds in their eyes apparent. I swallow nervously; I wouldn't want to be in their shoes, ever.

Timothy leads me into a larger cubicle, as opposed to the dingy shells the other humanoids seemed to be working in.

"This is my office." Timothy announces in a mighty voice, probably because his office had just a speck of color in one of the corners, a yellow file. How assuring to find a speck of life in Hell's office.

"Unfortunately, " Timothy begins.

Oh my God, he's going to tell me that he's already found a suitable candidate for the post. I'm screwed.

"Mr. Calum Achorn is out for some important business, so he won't be here for your interview."

Oh. Isn't that some great news?

"Mr. Gerald Achorn will be taking your interview instead."

My smug impression falls instantly. I was very tempted to ask him whether he was the same taciturn man I'd seen on the first page of every magazine for being the richest man of America. I'd even heard rumors of him firing someone just because he was peeing during work hours.

I gulp audibly.

"Lead the way, Mr. Green."


Fifteen minutes later, Timothy emerges out of the grey door, a grim smile on his face.

The kind of smile when you realize someone's going to die, I assess quickly.

"Mr. Acorn will see you now, Miss Bellemore. Go straight in." He instructs politely. Taking a sharp breath, I get up from the chair and open the door slowly.

And the first thing I see is, Nothing.

The room is pitch black.

"Huh?" I mumble in confusion. Peeking out of the room in confusion, I spot Timothy.

"Mr. Green, there seems to be a problem. The lights are off, are you sure this is the correct room?"

"Everything's fine, Miss. Go straight in. Close the door behind you!" He assures me, and turns around to chuckle at the woman he's talking to.

"New catch." I hear him mumble before I turn back to face the dark room. Rolling my eyes, I let the door close behind me and walk straight forward.

Twenty baby steps later, I hear the voice.

"There's a chair right next to you. Sit." I flinch. The voice is cold, curt, and rigid. I didn't want to see the face that belonged to this voice.

Searching, I find the chair soon enough and sink into it. I wait until the voice speaks up again.

"Miss Bellemore, is it?"

"Yes, Sir." What's with the nervousness, Ambrosia? I wanted to shake myself to sense right then.

"For the post of Calum's assistant, yes?"

"Yes, Sir." Firmer this time.

"It will be a tedious work, Miss Bellemore." Not a question, a statement.

"I didn't expect otherwise, Mr. Achorn."

Around this time, my eyes got attuned to the darkness. I see a large head bobbing in deep thought.

"I saw your file, Miss. You're quite inexperienced, aren't you? Fresh out of college?"

"Yes, Sir. But I assure you that won't be a problem."

"No? I'll take your word for it."

We sit for a moment in deep silence.

"My son, he's a stubborn man. Do you know how many people I've had to interview in the last two years he's been in charge?" He speaks up out of nowhere.

"No, sir."

"A fair dozen."

I shake my head.

"It's hard working for him, and I'm tired of talking to spineless youngsters who'll do anything for you to get a promotion. So, I'll ask you this straight, Miss Bellemore, why should we hire you?"

I gulp once, and then clear my throat.

"I'm fairly stubborn myself, Mr. Achorn. I've lived under a woman who has imposed her decisions on me all her life and I've made it out strong. I think for a man who has the tendency to fire people for trivial reasons would do some good with a spank under the ear, and I think I can hold out against him."

I shouldn't have said that.

"Okay, Miss Bellemore. We'll get back to you soon. You may leave now."

Without a word, I rise up from the seat, and start walking out. Five baby steps later, some insane instinct takes over, and I turn around.


"Thought you were leaving, Miss Bellemore."

"On my way out, Sir. But I was curious." I trail off, mid thought. I wasn't going to see him again, I reason, there's no way he'll give me the job after hearing the nonsense I sprouted out of my mouth.

"About what, Miss Bellemore?"

"Why do you keep all the lights off in your office?"

I hear him snort.

"Are you aware, Miss Bellemore, that germs multiply eighty five percent faster in bright light?"

"No, Sir."

"Well, now you are. Now, get out."

I laugh under my breath and get out of the room, directing a wink at Mr. Green, who looks extremely shocked that I survived.

On my way home, I treat myself to a huge cup of coffee-- imagining my mother looking at me with disappointment and Mr. Achorn telling me that I didn't get the job-- with a huge grin on my face.

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