Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Be Bold and Get His Attention

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"This opportunity will-" Fuck this! I groaned out my frustrations as I long pressed the delete button and deleted the entire paragraph. I can't do this, I can't. This resume stuff is making me desperate, I have already stuffed my face with sweets and I'm not a stress- eater at all. I just do not want to embarass myself. That's why I was beginning to think that a joint would've done the trick right now- imagine that- I abhor smoking in every form there is.

Go to Bassa they said, you'll have the time of your life they said.

I didn't see myself sending this resumè tonight, and dad was going to kill me. I just couldn't get over the fact that thee Damien fucking Blackwood was going to be reading my shit. As if things couldn't get any worse, my phone chimed, a notification of a message from an unknown number. My eyes were as wide as saucers when I read the text, which was nothing but an email address. Shit! I rolled off