Vera's POV:
It's not surprising that everyone was staring at me. I'm a woman in her late twenties wearing a baby strap across her back. I approach the secretary, who raises an eyebrow and asks, "Are you here for the interview today?"I nodded firmly, hoping she wouldn't kick me out."Name, please," she inquired."Vera Brown," I said, shaking Marisa up and down as her small hand gripped mine. My gaze is drawn to her name badge, which reads Cheryl Yurtsever.Cheryl's smiled, a genuine and warm one. "He's a sweetheart," she said, handing me a phone number.I grab the number from her hand before leaning in, causing her eyes to widen. "She is indeed pretty," I murmured as I reached into my back pocket and slapped the bow on her head. Earlier, while I was walking in, the bow kept slipping off, so I kept it away. But now I can see why it is necessary. At the time, I was wondering if Lisa felt the same way.Cheryl put her hand in front of her lips, "That's no-"I place my finger in front of my lip, "Shhh... It's okay." I urged her to lean in closer by flicking my finger in the air. "I understand this may be hard to believe, but this baby isn't even mine," I whispered. "It's not obvious, but I'm black." I believe the father cheated on me and gave birth to this white child. I'm not sure, but I'm still waiting for the DNA results before confronting the father."Cheryl gave me a puzzled stare before breaking out in a low laugh. She quickly covers her mouth, remembering that she is at work. "You've got jokes." They'll love you if you use that sense of humour.""Thank you," I responded as I walked towards the waiting room. I placed Marisa on my lap and took a deep breath and I was wondering how a mother with children works at the same time. I've only been watching Marisa for twenty minutes, according to my watch, and I'm already dead. My back hurts, most likely because I'm using the baby carrier incorrectly. No one on the bus knows how to fasten the strap.Just as I was getting a little bit comfortable they decided to call my sit number- great. One of the most difficult things for me to do is stand up with a baby and heels. The other interviewees stood up and assisted me. Oh, very kind of them. "Thank you.""Oh, bless you for being so strong," one of the women remarked, causing me to tilt my head."I-I think you misun-" They yelled my number again, and I forgot about the misunderstanding. If having a baby makes others treat me better? Why not accept it. I started strolling toward the open door."This way," Cheryl said, and I followed. Three people were sitting behind big brown desks when I entered a white room. They didn't have nice smiles on their faces; instead, despite the fact that it was 9:30 a.m., it appeared that they were already tired of interviewing prospects.The lady in the pink shirt sighs before placing her lip against the paper cup filled with what I guessed was coffee; nevertheless, the smile on her face made me think she poured a bit more than just coffee in it.There was a young man sitted next to her, his face stoned as he continued making notes on the one sheet of paper. Write any longer, and I feel the friction between the pen and the paper may ignite a fire.The last one is a bald man who didn't even have a smile. He has this extremely thinned shining hair that keeps flapping. I watched as the air conditioner blew on him - the perfect position to sit, sir - and the hair began creating a wave.Please do not laugh.Please do not laugh.Please do not laugh."What are you doing standing there?" "Sit down," said the lady in the pink shirt. I can't believe I've already messed up. I considered running away from the room, but Cheryl had already slammed the door shut.I scurried over, hesitantly; my heels tend to make the most noise in the room. Scratch that, the guy with the flapping hair. Still - Flap. Flap. Flap. Flap. Flap. Flap.Is this a test? Is this a test to see if I'll laugh or not? A test to determine if I can keep a poker face?Flap, flap, flap, flap, flap.I was holding in my laughter so hard that I think my eyes turned red, but I don't think they noticed. Thank God.His bald spot appeared, making me wince as I bit my lower lip. "Miss Brow-" the pink shirt lady eventually glances up, dropping the pen she was holding. "Why is there a baby strap on you?" she asks, her hand snapping backward as she waits for my response.Before I could explain my story, the bald fake wig guy interrupted, "That's the problem? Don't you see? "She's got every strap wrong!"Is that the only thing you noticed?"And her shoes!" the young man who was attempting to start a fire finally finished taking notes. He must have been quite unhappy with whoever came before me."What's wrong with it?" I ask, looking down at my shoes."Everything! The design is a heinous crime in and of itself. Why are you wearing these into my office and scrubbing my floor with those awa-" I sink my shoes into the ground, hoping to bury them in the cement with enough force.The bald man rose to his feet. "I cannot take this anymore!" He declared and stomped at me."You show it to her, Baldy!" Sorry I mean, Brody," The young man replied, causing me to snicker, but I quickly closed my mouth, knowing that this was not the time to laugh.Brody stepped in front of me and motioned for me to rise, which I did. He stretches his arms over me, and I was about to kick his offspring until when I heard a click. He was removing the baby carrier straps. He walks near the pink shirt lady who grimaces, dropping it to the ground. She reaches for the pen and pushes the baby back. "How come you're giving me that strange stinky being?" Is it because I'm female? You are aware that I am not a bearer."The young man extended his hands. I know I shouldn't stand there allowing these folks to pass around not-my-baby, but they may one day become my superior. Lisa owes me at least this much for appointing me as her child's babysitter at the last minute, presumably without pay."I'm not a producer, but I love babies," the young man says as Brody gives him the baby."Excellent. "You'll make a good father, Gianni," Brody declares, while I wonder when they'll start my interview. However, knowing my station as a lowly nobody, I prefer not to stand up in front of those who will sign my future paychecks.In the last year, I've learned a few things. You do not condemn three different categories of people. The first is your boss. The one who pays you to not live on the street. The second is your cook, inorder not to have spits in your food. Three, anyone who comes to your house to fix it. It's not fun to have toilet water bursting up your ass."I told you I love babies. "I never said I wanted one.""Why not?""Do you purchase a whole damn cow when you simply want some milk?" Gianni cooed the baby in his arms as he flipped his lovely hair. I was completely enthralled by his beautiful exterior while he stood there."And, in case you forgot, the guy only drinks sterile milk," the woman said, looking sightly bored while pulling out her nail filer. She leaned back and began filing her nails, as if she were at home.Brody returned, took the strap from the ground, and correctly wrapped it around my body. He did it so gracefully and smoothly, without even touching an inch of me. But doesn't he worry that I might yell harassment?"There. Better?" Brody ask, pulling the strap down to fix it before giving himself a satisfied clap.I opened my mouth in astonishment."Much better," I replied, moving in position with comfort. "Thank you." "Can I have her back now?" I ask, turning to Gianni."Nah," Gianni said as he sat down. He-" She dumb head, Her bow, don't you see it? "will only distract you." Marisa laughs and claps her hands while Gianni bounces his leg. There's no point in forcing Marisa back into the carrier if she's happy over there."Victoria-" oh my goodness, should I correct her? "Why did you bring your baby to an interview?" inquires the lady.I opened my mouth, but Brody cut me off. "I think you're very brave to bring your baby here," he added, resting his chin on his knuckles. "Must be rough being a single mother." "I'm a single father, so I definitely relate," he sighs, resting a palm on his chest.I'm not sure what happened, but he slapped his hands on the table and stood up. "You should get the job.""Are you crazy?" "She is unqualified," the woman eventually said as she flung down her nail filer."She graduated from Pandora Academy, Bitca," Gianni said smiling at Marisa."Becca. Becca is my fucking name." She slams one palm on the other. Where is the professionalism in this room? "And her graduating from Pandora is what got her through that horribly painted door.""I like the color," said Brody."You're in HR for a reason, Brody. "We didn't hire you because of your taste," Bitca snarled. Bitca is a better name for her than Becca."You didn't hire me at all, and for the last time, I'm working in advertising." The individual who is compelled to promote what you call designs."Becca chuckles and softly leans back. She took a handful of her waterfall hair and started tying it up. "Someone holds my damn earrings because I'm about to flip the wig!" There is a slight southern accent.Brody gasped and held onto his head.Gianni took the pen and began tapping it on the table as if it were a hammer. "Bitcha...Baldy...sit down. You're frightening the prospective candidate."They took a seat. "Did he just call me Baldy...again?"Gianni appears to be at the top of the ladder in this room. "Victoria- " Oh Lord, should I correct him. "Your-" I didn't speak quickly enough, "resume is impressive, but the only thing that stands out is your educational background." "Everything else isn't as interesting," he admitted bluntly.I clasped my hands together, bracing myself for another rejection. I mentally told myself to be strong while biting my bottom lip. Going home with a head hung low isn't the end of the world. At the very least, I know I tried."You do understand that your graduation at one of the most prestigious high schools can only take you so far, right?"I agreed by nodding."And not pursuing a higher degree will only create a wall for your future."I raise my gaze from the white tile floor. "I disagree," I spoke for myself for the first time. "A slip of paper should not be the determining factor for my experience." Gianni arched his brow."You have no experience in fashion," Becca said flatly, scribbling down information about me."Because no one is willing to give me a chance to gain that experience." "For the past year, I've been going to hundreds of interviews, and I've noticed a pattern. "Would you like to know what it is?"Becca paused her writing and raised her head, matching Gianni and Brody's earnest stares. Chains were put over my torso, preventing me from moving or breathing."Everything they said pointed to one conclusion. I should return to school and get a better education. Everyone seems to believe that a piece of paper represents my knowledge, identity, and work ethic. They didn't give me a single opportunity to show them that I'm worthy, that I belong. That I am more than the words on a piece of paper."This type of feeling has been escaping me for quite some time. I'm angry at the people who sat in front of me. I'm furious at that awful wig that won't stop flapping.Flap.Reject.Flap.Reject.Flap. Flap.Reject. Reject.Flap. Flap. Flap.Reject. Reject. Reject.I stood up with white knuckles from squeezing my fist too tightly and clenched teeth. "I don't need this. I don't need to stay here for another 30 minutes so you may hot and cold me. Say anything nice about my résumé only to be met with an insult." I had reached my breaking point. "So, let us not squander any more time. "Give me my child!" I yell at Gianni.He immediately rose up and handed Marisa to me, i slip her into the infant carrier."You're right, my shoes are horrible, but so are those-" I attempted to think of an insult, but nothing came to my mind, "Damn it!" I yelled. Gianni leans back with a startling expression. "You look great. "Everything about you is handsome!"He smiled and sat down, his legs crossed as if he were on top of the world. He does, after all, play the part of a wealthy-looking man. He reminds me of Sam in several ways, which makes me dislike him.I lean in closer to Gianni, forcing him to rush back. "See, my baby is a female--" I gestured to the bow.I closed the gap because he didn't react. "I said, see?" My voice sounded lethal, like if I had regressed to my childhood, when I was running around the mansion and commanding the staff.He nodded quickly as he grasped his seat."Good," I murmured as I gently backed away, their attention still fixed on me. "I'm going, contact me...do not contact me..."I don't give a fuc-," I quickly covered Marisa's ears, "shit."I stepped out when the door opened, only to walk back in. "Brody?" "There's a better wig store on the Third Street," he sat up straight. "Go there," I advised. He nodded as I exited the room, not excusing the sassy hair flapping.I come to a halt and turn around, my cheeks redden. "Oh, and by the way! My name is Vera! Not Veronica! Not Vicky! Not Victoria! Not Valery! Vera!!! You can't call me anything else." I turn around but turned back again, "Unless you're paying me." I heard snickering, but it was suddenly drowned out by a cough. "I appreciate your time. Goodbye!"I bury my face in my hands as the door behind me closes. "Oh Vera, what did you just do?"Vera's POV:"Why do you have a baby?" Lilly rose up and approached me, her upper body bowed downward, perhaps examining the small gift in my hands. "Did you finally snap?" "Did you finally snap and kidnap a baby?""No. "I just found her."She gasped, "Holy cra-""I'm joking. "A crazy lady told me to look after Marisa while she went to take care of some business." The baby bag slumps off my shoulder including the thin strap purse. I pass Lilly the child and kick off my annoying shoes, desperate to get into my twin-size bed."It didn't work so well, did it?" Lilly inquired, sliding into the counter chair and swaying Marisa back and forth. Surprisingly, Marisa is wonderful when it comes to strangers.I shook my head and dragged my tired legs over to the couch. I buried my face on the pillow and started telling her about my day and my dramatic exit from the company. "Yeah, and then I thank them for their - are you seriously laughing?"Lilly sat up and walked slowly towards me. Due to t
Vera's POV:Lilly sat on the couch in front of us, her fingers pressed against her brow. She stared at us, breathed, and then looked down. Lisa and I were kneeling on the floor because we were too scared to sit on the couch with her. Marisa was lying down on the ground.We didn't say anything after Lisa told Lilly about her abusive ex-husband. She didn't want Marisa to grow up in that kind of atmosphere, so she placed Marisa temporarily in my care, which was completely irresponsible, while she faced him.Marisa began rolling around on the floor, laughing as she raised her legs. She nibbles on her socks with her toothless mouth open. The sight makes us all happy."We got two beds and a couch, but we need to get a crib for Marisa since it isn't safe for her to sleep beside us," Lilly went on to say.I leapt to my feet and embraced her. "Why is your heart so big?""Hey! Where is my pricey ramen? You messaged me that you got the job!" she beams.Lisa cupped her hand over her mouth, a few
Vera's POV: I blinked a few times, feeling the sun soak into my lids. I sat up, groaning and extending my sore back, to see Lisa and Lilly preparing breakfast.Marisa crawled on top of me, and I groaned some more. "I'm not ready for the day.""Fine. Then you don't have to eat Lisa's delicious quesadilla."I turn my head in her direction. "Quesadilla, count me in."We sat around the island, eating quesadillas. I look up to see Lisa feeding Marisa, who spits up the milk all the time. She sighs as she wipes Marisa's cheeks.Lilly set her quesadilla down. "Today, we will go purchase a baby crib and a few items for Marisa."Lisa lowered her head and set the bottle down. "I-I don't have any money.""I have some in my savings," I announced before Lilly could respond. "We can use that.""Didn't you say your workplace has childcare?" Lilly inquired."Yes!" I promptly replied. We can have them look after Marisa there during the day for free!" In the past, I didn't understand the appeal of free
Vera's POV:As I exited the bus, Bob assisted me in carrying the stroller. He leans forward and waves at Marisa. "Have a good day."She screamed out in sobs, prompting me to freeze for a moment. "Why are you crying?" I unbuckle her belt and grab her. Bob raised his arm and smelled his armpit. "I apologize. "Do I stink?"I rock Marisa over my shoulder before reaching for the milk bottle in the back, hoping she's just hungry. Marisa sucks against the tip right away, and I sigh, "She's probably just hungry." She refused to drink Lisa's milk this morning."Bob exhales and nods before wiping his brow with his sleeve. "Have a good day at work," he remarked as he jumped into the bus. I smile and close the door as I wave to Bob. The bus soon vanishes around the bend, along with the other soul-sucking corporate workers.I exhale and set Marisa down, fasten her up, and walk her into the company. Marisa sits there, her eyes still teary, her cheeks sucking on the bottle. The bottle falls, and I
Vera's POV: I dashed over to my assigned desk and rummaged through it for the phone. When I saw a black phone I swiped across the screen and dialed number one."Hello, my name is Moonbucks. "How can I assist you?""Hi. My name is Vera, and I'm Ms. Baker's new inter- I mean assistant. I'd like to or-""The coffee is coming right up," he cut me short. "Come downstairs and pick it up right now." The phone call ended.I dashed out the door after hearing Becca yell one of the many nicknames she bestows on me. I was crying in my head, wondering what I had gotten myself into.My heels were hurting my feet as I stumbled around the coffee shop. I took tiny breaths, aware of everyone's staring. "I'm the new intern/assistant of Ms.Bake-" I gasp when the guy turns around, recognizing it was one of my upstairs neighbors, "You."He smiles, "Oh, hello there, mama."If my cheeks weren't already burning, it would have been by his nickname, "I'm no- oh, nevermind. Where's the coffee."He raised it up
Vera's POV:Some things never seem to change.Here are a few instances:First of all, Sam Thompson still has a great appearance thanks to his perfectly combed back hair, which accentuates his tanned complexion.Second, Sam's friends are still attractive fools who don't care about other people.Three, my heart continues to beat for him. my ex-husband."Bro," Jackson called out, nudging Mauricio with his elbow. "The baby is white."Mauricio makes a crude move, narrowing his eyes and bending closer to Marisa. Who says you can breathe the same air as my fake baby? "I don't know... Jack...Perhaps—" He paused and then turned to face me. "He is Matt's baby."Matt was standing there with his hands in his pockets and a bit of gum in his mouth when Jack and Mauricio turned to face him. He gives up chewing. "Not my baby."Sam continued to gaze at me.The workers' light banter and the sound of their shoes were the only sounds that strolled between us. Every now and then someone would dart over to
Vera's POV: "What?" I was the first to mention it."What exactly do you mean? What are you saying? "At least one of us-" Gianni points to Becca and Agatha before raising his finger to himself. "One of us should be the one who says what," he hesitated, "What?" "Are you two married?""No!""So, you're not married?" Becca inquired."Yes.""Yes to no or yes you're married?" Agatha's question appears to be an attempt to follow the conversation."Yes to no," I replied."Then, why did Sam say you are married?"I shrug, "I don't know." I giggled, felt sweat stream down my neck.Gianni moves his gaze to Sam. "Why did you say, you and Victoria-" Vera "is married.""Who is Victoria?" Sam asks, cocking his brow.Gianni pointed to me, "She is Victoria.""Stupid," Becca said, crossing her arms. "Her name is Valentina.""Nah, her name is Vanessa." Jack waved his hand in the air, deciding to take part in this absurd circumstance."I thought her name is Vera." Agatha, the girl I met in less than 15 m
Vera's POV:As my head snapped towards the man, I couldn't help but laugh—a bitter, angry laugh. "You're seriously asking me why I left?"He tilts his head towards me, the veins in his hand popping as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel even further. I wouldn't be surprised if the leather faded."It's green. Go.""You didn't answer my question," he said. The drivers behind us honk angrily for us to proceed.As the cars passed us with a thunderous honk, I cast a backward glance. "Sam… Go, you're holding up traffic.""Answer me."A scream from deep within makes its way out of my mouth, but I bite it back. "Because we fucking agreed on a year of marriage. Did we not?" A few more honks. "Remember?" I asked, smiling sarcastically, "You threw a contract at me and said after a year of marriage, I should get the fuck out of your mans."Sam slams his foot firmly against the throttle pedal before I can complete my explanation. As my eyes expand, my entire body slicks against the car seat