2. WHEEL OF FORTUNE

JESSICA 

Standing in front of the massive building of the Royal fashion. I take a deep breath. It's located in one of the most expensive and industrial areas of the city, with most of its exterior made of glass. This glass building is giving all the surrounding buildings a run for their money. This is my seventh interview since my graduation a few months ago.

I take a deep breath and walk in. As I walk in my breath has been taken away by the wall-decorated lobby. It's beautiful. There's a huge chandelier and leather sofas for people waiting. I walk to the receptionist's desk and ask her. 

"Hi, I'm here to interview for the job of New assistant," I speak with a charming smile on my face. People say, my smile is very beautiful and has the power to melt anyone's heart. Even if it is made of stone.

I tell the girl and she gives me a surprised look and runs her gaze from my head to toe watching me like I'm some kind of Alien.

I flash a forceful smile at her and wave my palm in front of her face. "Are you there, Miss?" She blinks her eyes repeatedly and clears her throat then licks her lips to moisten them.

"Umm, okay, so here is what you want to do. First, go down this hallway and you will see an elevator on your right side. There take the elevator to the 46th floor. When you get there off there will be another receptionist named Chloe and she will direct you the rest of the way." She says and fakes a smile at me. So I also flash a wide smile at her mumbling, "Thank you." Saying that I walk off the place.

The moment I stand in front of the elevator I see there are all men standing there. I'm the only single girl going to enter there. If I wasn't in a hurry then I wouldn't have gotten in there. Because of the way they are staring at me it seems like they are seeing a girl for the first time or I have grown two horns on my head. Exhaling a long sigh I get in the elevator.

Shoving my other thoughts to the side, I think about who I might potentially be working for. The man is only 29 and a billionaire. He made this office and started his journey in his fashion career at the age of 24. He's very intelligent and passionate about his work and everyone can see that.

He was the fashion Icon of the year for five years. But the guy is the proud, most conceited, arrogant, and the cold-hearted person you will ever meet. He's known as a Devil in the office. They all call him by that behind his back.

But he's a famous heartbreaker too. It's beyond countable how many girls' hearts have been broken by him. It's not that he cheated on them or left them after using them. It's that he never gives any response to their proposals. But still, girls are head over heels for him. The dream man of every girl. I don't know what they have seen in him that they are so crazy about him. I still haven't seen him yet. But I'm also curious to see who is the man who is the King of the hearts of every girl.

I come out of my pool of thoughts as I hear the ping sound of the elevator door. It opened on the 46th floor. And I quickly make my way to the reception.

"Hello, I'm here to interview for the PA position for Mr. Singh," I tell the receptionist and she smiles at me. She gave me a number and then walked me to the elevator as she had to punch in a code for me to get up to the floor.

As the number of floors has been crossing one after another my heartbeat became abnormal. The thinking of rejection makes me feel sick. Can I crack the interview? Will I be rejected again? I don't have any experience as an assistant. And for not having any experience I got rejected in my previous interviews. If they also ask the same then I'm done. I have no chance to be selected. 

After some time the elevator finally opened and I walked a little forward. The first thing I see shocks the fuck out of me. There are a lot of candidates and they all are beauty queens.  Will I be able to stand in front of these people? I look at myself, at my dress, and exhale a long sigh. How can I beat them when I'm not wearing professional attire? Should I quit?

But what if they are beautiful but not qualified enough for the post? I should try my luck. As Grandma told me that today my luck is gonna be on my side. So then I may get selected for the job.

I look over them. They don't seem to be candidates for the PA but models. I must say they are looking stunning. And here I'm looking like a dumbo. Though I'm not ugly I'm not like them. 

I'm about 5'5". I am 24 years old. I'm very concerned about my body and eating healthy food and working out.

I start walking towards the couch and chairs filled with women. They all are wearing clothes that are very revealing. And here I come to give an interview wearing a maroon chiffon shirt with hareem jeans and chunky sneakers. In front of them, I don't stand a chance. I internally laugh at myself but feel nervous too. Well, more than before. My confidence level is giving up with each passing minute.

As soon as I came into their sight they all stopped talking and stared at me like I'm an Alien. Just land to the earth's planet. They all gave me the same look as the first receptionist gave me a while ago. I'm feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. I get very nervous as I have all the attention on me.

I grab a seat for myself and settle there waiting for my turn. Luckily a girl comes out of the office and breaks the tension in the room. But from her long face, I can say that she got rejected because it's clearly written all over her face.

"Number 10." A girl from inside the interview room calls out for the next candidate and walks back in. 

A girl gets up and fixes her outfit and walks into the interview room. Slowly one by one everyone goes inside the room but none come out happy. Some come out annoyed, some angrily, and even some crying. Some candidates even give up before going for the interview seeing their reaction. What's going on inside? Is it too hard? Will I fail too?

I'm the last one waiting. And I'm frightened now. My whole body turns cold thinking about the same rejection as them. They all didn't make it. If they stand no chance what would happen to me? It could be true that they were not qualified enough. But am I qualified? 

A voice brings me back from my thoughts. And I looked at the source of the voice and found the same girl standing at the door.

"Number 45, please come." 

I compose myself and walk in after the girl. As soon as I walk in, the view from the office takes my breath away, from the office you can see all of Delhi. It's really beautiful. But I have to snap out of my trance because I have an interview to focus on. And I hear someone clearing their throat. I snap my head and find a lady in her early 30s sitting on a chair with a sweet smile. I snap my head a little to see the person sitting next to her and my heart stops beating for a bit. If I say I'm shocked right now it will be an understatement. 

My file slipped from my hand and fell to the ground. I feel like the earth has stopped rotating. Everything around me stops. What I want is just to disappear from here or I want to make a huge pit on the ground, and hide there for the rest of my life.

The person who is sitting in front of me is none other than that Arrogant rich monkey whom I encountered in the morning on the road and had thrown money in his face. But why is he here? He's Mr. Ivan Pratap Singh? Really!!! My would-be Boss!!!

"Ohh, are you alright?" I look at the lady who is looking at me with a concerned look and nod my head. I pick up the papers and shove them into my file and get up on my feet to face the Angry Lion.

He's looking at me with a devilish smirk. He's certainly gonna kick me out now.

"Please, take a seat." That lady says in her professional tone and my gaze automatically goes to Mr. Arrogant Monkey. Who is still looking at me with the same look? I immediately shift my gaze back to the lady and oblige her order like an obedient child.

"Myself, Jessica Walia." I introduce myself with a small smile and that lady gives me a nod with a smile on her face.

That lady asks me many questions and I answer them without stammering and very confidently yet I'm trembling inside. And my heart is not at ease. It's thumbs like a drum. 

As the lady has been asking me questions I can feel Mr. Arrogant monkey's gaze fix on me and his heating gaze is boring a hole in my body.

"Well, I think you are overqualified for this job." What does this mean? Is she going to reject me? And using it as an excuse. Please you don't have to. I can understand. Now I'm used to rejection. It's not a new thing for me. I sigh heavily in my mind.

"You can get a better job. Why did you apply for this job?" She asks me and I swallow hard.

I force a smile at her and lick my lips to moisturize my dry lips.

"Because I want to learn more. I want to start from the low post. And I believe, staying with great people I can learn more." I say the last part looking at Mr. Arrogant. And Shift my gaze the next moment.

"Okay, then….."

"You are hired." That lady badly interrupted her sentence as I heard a husky voice from her side. I look at them with wide eyes.

Please tell me he is joking.

"Please, wait in the waiting area. You will get your contract very soon. And from tomorrow you will work as my personal assistant. Be on time. Now you may leave." I'm still looking at him in shock. It's beyond my expectation. I didn't expect to be selected after our heated argument on the road. 

"Mss. Walia. Are you alright?" A voice brought me back from my trance and I nod my head at her then take my leave from there after grabbing my file. 

"Am I dreaming? No, it can't be. It's real. I'm selected for this job. I can't believe that he selected me. I need to share this good news with Angali." I squeal in delight and make my way to the 40th floor where she works.

One thing is eating me from the inside. Why did he select me? Is he plotting to take revenge on me? I'm certain that he's going to make me pay for my bold behavior with him. And it's obvious that he's going to make my life a living hell.