Interview

Because English is my second language, please ignore any grammar or spelling errors. THANKS!

 CHAPTER ONE

WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

I grumbled as the sun's rays hit me sleeping. ... "Shut up, you idiot clock!" and grumbled as I turned off the alarm. I looked at the time, groaned, and rolled out of bed, leisurely making my way to the bathroom to freshen up.

I enjoy taking a hot bath in the morning because it calms my muscles and relaxes my thoughts. I almost fell asleep in the shower.

Remembering that today was the day of my interview and that I must not be late. I hurriedly took a bath before going outside to clean and organize my room.

I have a sloppy sleeping habit, and as a result, every morning it appears that I had a fight in my bed the night before. My head smacked the headboard of the bed while I was tucking my bedding in, and I groaned in pain.

I was rubbing my eyes when I heard my mother calling me; I looked at the time and realized it was already 9 in the morning, and I had an interview at 11 a.m.

"Please, Jamima, hurry up! Your breakfast is ready!"

When I heard my mother's voice, I quickly teddy up and went downstairs.

I noticed a middle-aged woman putting breakfast in front of a man, who was my father. My mother, although being in her fifties, is as attractive as any model.

She had the allure of a mature woman, the kind of woman that makes you feel warm just by being in her presence. She wore her long black hair in a bun and had two bangs on her face. Thin brows with deep crimson eyes that exude seductiveness just by glancing at them. She had a cute oval face with slight wrinkles that one wouldn't notice if they didn't focus hard enough.

"Come on, sweetheart. Your breakfast has been prepared!" My mother said, softly smiling.

When I heard her, I snapped out of my reverie and sat in the chair in front of my father. He was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Is he coming today?" father said, irritably.

"He is," I said as I began to eat my breakfast.

"Why don't you just leave him? "He is not the appropriate man for you!" the father exclaimed, slightly raised his voice.

"Can we not discuss this during breakfast, father?" I said, a little annoyed by him.

He was referring to Danny, my lover. I introduced him to my parents three years ago, but they did not like him for some reason. I've asked them several times for an explanation, but each time I get the same response. He is not the ideal fit for you!

Hearing this, my father wanted to say something when we all heard our door's bell ringing.

"He's here! I'll be leaving then," I muttered as I dashed for the door. When I opened it, I saw a man in his early twenties.' I smiled as I turned to face him.

"Danny! You're here! I was looking forward to seeing you!" I remarked happily as I walked closer to him.

"Are you sure you were looking forward and not listening to your parents when they said I am not the right guy for you?" Danny said teasingly.

He knew my parents didn't like him, and we talked about it every morning, like every morning.

Listening to him Jamima made a lovely pout and hugged him. "Stop making fun of me~ I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Danny replied, resting one hand on my waist and the other gently caressing my cheek. He kissed me on the lips as he lowered his face.

I did not intervene and simply enjoyed the kiss.

We kissed for almost a minute before parting ways. A small trail of saliva ran between our lips, connecting both of our lips.

Danny licked his lips and kissed my forehead tenderly. "I love you~" he whispered lovingly.

"Me, too," I said.

After spending some time together, we got into the car and proceeded to the building where my interview would be held.

I'd been looking for work for approximately two years, but my luck had run out because I'd never found one.

Every time I walked in for an interview, they said the same annoying line. "We'll call you soon, Ma'am." At that moment, every time I heard that derogatory statement, I knew I wasn't going to get the job.

After about a half-hour drive, we arrived at the office where my interview would take place.

"I'll be waiting for you in the waiting area. Meet me there once you've finished the interview, okay?" Danny stated.

"Hmm, I will go then," I said. I was overjoyed. 'I'm sure I'll get this job,' Danny smiles as he walks towards the waiting area, while I head towards the recipient.

"How may we assist you, Miss?"

"I'm here for a pre-arranged interview. Can you tell me where I should go to get it?"

"Ma'am, of course! Please keep up with me!"

.....

Danny had been waiting for an hour. He was bored because there was nothing for him to do. He was thinking about something else when he heard someone call his name.

When he looked up, he saw Jamima sprinting towards him, tears at the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall off at any second.

With a helpless smile, he opened his arms and held her while gently caressing her back.

"Did you get rejected again?"

"What exactly do you mean by "rejected"? In my entire life, I have never been rejected. All they said was they would call me again! *Sniff* How can they say such a thing?! These horrible scumbags! Can't they accept a lovely woman like me into their company? Don't they see how intelligent I am?" While sobbing, I said.

Other people's attention was drawn to my voice. Danny smiled when he saw this.

"Yah! You are correct; they are idiots for not taking my lovely Jamima in their company. Now, why don't you relax while I treat you to your favorite ice cream? What do you think?"

"Hm, sounds good," I responded, forgetting that I had already been rejected.

***

"You go get the ice cream while I park the car, okay?" Danny stated.

"Good!" I said this as I got out of the car. I started walking towards the Ice-Cream stand.

I waited for my turn for quite some time. When it was my turn, I brought two ice cream cones, one of them being extra-large for me.

I took the ice creams and began walking towards the nearest bench while licking my ice cream.

I was walking when I noticed a hooded figure approaching me. I disregarded him because he did not stand out in any way. Instead, he was wearing a hoody, which made him appear suspicious. It was not cold because it was still August and the weather was quite pleasant.

I was walking when the man in the hood slammed into me. The ice creams I was holding in my hands fell to the ground, and I glared fiercely at him.

"Are you blind? Can't you see me coming up in front of you? Look, what have you done to my ice creams? I waited in line for these ice creams for so long, and now it's all for naught because of you? Oi! Are you paying attention?!" I yelled angrily at the man.

Just as I was about to leave my patient, I noticed him raising his hand and grabbing me around the waist.

He lowered his head and groped for my neck.  I could feel his breath on it when I felt him licking my neck,

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, PERVERT?" I screamed as I struggled to get out.

"What happened, Jamima?" Danny stated. With the crowd in front of him, he couldn't see me. He was attempting to press his way closer to me.

"Danny-" I was shouting out to him when I felt the hooded man shove me into the crowd.

I stumbled and landed on someone's chest. When I looked up, Danny was looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"What happened? Are you, all right? I overheard you yelling at someone!"

"Yah! That man tried to suffocate me!" I said this while pointing my finger in the direction of where the man was standing, only to discover that there was no one there.

"Who?!" Danny asked, perplexed.

I, who noticed that no one was present, was bewildered. When he observed a large crowd forming, I assumed the pervert would flee.

"Nothing! Let's forget about it! He seemed to have fled! Let's go get some new ice cream. This time, you're the one buying!" I stated.

Danny was concerned about me but said nothing and accompanied me to the ice cream shop.