C6

The next morning the sound of my cell phone wakes me up. I grunted disapprovingly and shifted on the bed. I felt too sleepy to even open my eyes. But the cell phone would not stop ringing. God, if he didn't answer they would keep insisting. It is better to turn it off. I pulled my hand out of the tangles in my sheet and fumbled for the phone on the nightstand until I found it. I was going to turn it off in one fell swoop, but I lazily opened one eye and the screen said Morgan Company. The dream left me so fast that it surprised me.

They were calling me! I sat on the bed a little nervously and cleared my throat so that my voice wouldn't sound scratchy from just getting up, and I answered:

"Good morning, America Ferg ?"

“That's how it is.

“I am the secretary Vicky Lee and we are calling you from the Morgan company, they have told me that I would have to call you to make an appointment today at 8 in the morning. Do you think you can come?

“Today? I looked at the clock on my nightstand: it was 6:30 am. "O”of course, I'll be there." At eight o'clock.

"We'll wait for you then, I recommend you wear something formal," she told me more as if it were her own advice. "I mean, for anything."

“Thanks, I will do it.

"Here we wait for you then."

And I hung up.

I stayed for a few seconds looking at a fixed point to nothing to try to process what had happened. They had called me from the Morgan company, was I still dreaming? Because it didn't seem real. My luck could not change overnight. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, I needed to take a shower to see if I was awake. I took off all my clothes and went to take a shower.

"Shit..." I cursed when I felt the cold water, apparently they had already canceled my hot water. Cool. Despite being freezing, the cold water served to clear my head and wake me up at once. It wasn't a dream, it was real. I felt nervous and excited, I didn't know how to act. I did not know if in that company they would see me less or like that. I have never worked in one like it and it will be a miracle if they accept me without experience.

I got out of the shower wrapped in a towel. In my wardrobe there was nothing elegant, it was then that I remembered those clothes that my mother had given me to go to university. I was looking for clothes when I noticed that it started to rain through the window. Damn, all that's left is for her to arrive at the company soaking wet. No, I knew my bad luck was still with me.

I took all the clothes out of my closet leaving a trail all over the room until I found them. It was a black pleated skirt that reached a little below my thighs, accompanied by a white sleeveless shirt with a slightly daring neckline. This one was inside. I had no choice. Since the clothes were very wrinkled from being stored for who knows how long, I plugged in the iron that was on the floor and began to straighten the clothes.

I looked at the clock: 7:02 am. I still have a little time. When I finished ironing the clothes, I took off my towel and put on my underwear. I never matched my bra with my panties. I guess they were advantages of not having a sex life. I put on the shirt, then the skirt, closing the zipper on the side. Okay , nothing was wrong with me. The bad thing was the neckline, it was very provocative. Does not matter. I chose some more or less high”heeled shoes in black. He had bought them once for an event at the university and since then he had not used them again. This time they saved the day.

I combed my hair down, put on a little makeup: mascara, blush, red lipstick. But I blurred it, I didn't like that so extravagant.

"I need a more or less elegant bag," I said to myself, rummaging through so many things until I came across a small black bag”briefcase. I had worn it for a year to college, but it seemed very formal.

My stomach growled for food. He only had half an hour. And I couldn't afford to be late the first day either. I went to the kitchen already ready, I opened the fridge and I took the two pieces of pizza that were from yesterday. I didn't have time to cook something healthy. I heated them in the microwave and when they were more or less ready I took them out and started eating them.

Fast.

Eat one.

Clever.

Now the other.

Ready too.

I took a sip of milk and left.

My apartment had been a mess. I went down the elevator until I reached the living room. It was still raining outside, great.

“Cab! I stopped one of them. Luckily it stopped. I covered my head with my bag to keep from getting wet as I almost ran to the taxi. "Take me to the Morgan company, please," I told the driver once I was inside.

“Of course.

When the taxi stopped I paid the man and got out, the rain had stopped a bit. But I had gotten wet, the shirt was half wet and it looked transparent! My pink bra was showing. Great, what an idiot I am. But my stomach was still hungry, so much so that I started to feel nauseous. Or maybe it was just nerves.

I looked at the clock on my cell phone: 7:50 am.

Across the road was a store where they sold cakes and cookies and stuff. I passed by and bought two chocolate cupcakes, they were small: small cakes. Crossing the street my cell phone rang:

She was my mother.

“Okay?

“ Liz ! “my mother used to say that to me all my life”why don't you call me? You have a week of not doing it, tell me how you are, are you doing well in college?

"Yes, mom," I replied while eating a cake. It was delicious. And inside I think it had some kind of cream. It tasted much richer. "Everything went well, don't worry.

I felt a car park near where I was but I didn't mind it. I was just enjoying this cake wonder.

"That's good, darling, are you taking care of yourself?" Are you eating healthy? How's your diet going? Remember not to eat cakes, they make you fat.

Buffet.

"Not at all, Mom, I haven't had cake in a long time." And I intend to continue like this," I replied as I finished the first cake. I had lied to him but I didn't care. My mother was very strict about food, when I told her that I was going to move alone, she screamed in heaven and the first thing she got out was that I would starve or get sick to my stomach from eating junk food.

better, Lizi , I plan to visit you one of these days. I miss you a lot. Also your father and your grandfather.

Say hello to grandpa. And dad too. I miss them so much.

In the background I could hear voices, I think it was them saying something to mom.

"Your grandfather asks if you already have a boyfriend," my mother tells me.

“No, mom, I'm not in the mood right now. “I advanced to the entrance of the huge company” I'm better off alone.

“But, Lizi , you'll be twenty”three in four months, don't you think it's time to have a child now? I want to be a young grandmother, America.

I almost choked on the cake. When I walked through the doors of the company, I headed for the elevator. I already knew more or less where it was from the first time I came. I was so intrigued eating my cake and talking to mom that I didn't give a thought to the man in a suit who got in the elevator with me. I could only smell her scent. Hmm, it smelled really good.

"Mother me?" For God's sake, mom, do you see us that I'm still little? I can't even with my life and now with that of a baby “I laughed” You're crazy, mother.

my only daughter, Lizi , your father and I are getting older and we don't want to be bitter grandparents who won't be able to play with their grandchildren because of their age. he reproaches me. In the background I could hear Grandpa talking again. "Yes, Dad," my mother replied, "My father also wants a great”grandson."

I rolled my eyes.

"I already told you no, I won't have children today or ever, okay ?" We better talk later because I have an appointment... “I regretted having said that in a second.

“Date? With whom ? He is handsome? I knew the bombardment of questions was coming.

's not a date with a boy, mom . "

“Where ? _

“The Morgan company, I hope my boss, well, if I get to work here, I don't know yet ogre. I finished eating the cake. I no longer had and I had been left with the desire.

"I've heard about her, they say Dalton Morgan is handsome." Get your act together, Liz .

“What? You're wrong, we better talk later.

Liz , wait...

" Bye, " and I hung up.

God, talking to my mother was quite a case. Still missed them. I was starting to get a little desperate because the elevator never reached the top floor. I heard the man next to me clear his throat, which made me turn to look at him.

I froze at the man next to me.

"Most of my staff don't consider me an ogre," he said nonchalantly with a slight shrug. I opened my mouth to want to speak but nothing came out of it so I closed it. Dalton saw me. God, he's so much more handsome in person.

"I”I…" I stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"You're coming for an interview, right?"

I nodded.

He laughed a bit and then shook his head. What was that supposed to mean? What wouldn't the job give me? That I 've disrespected him and for that alone he won't let me stay? If I am stupid, it only occurs to me to speak ill of him here . And right under their noses!

"You should change your clothes," he says later, looking at my wet blouse, my cleavage. "It's not appropriate for a first day." After a wink, the elevator doors opened and he got out. His airs were of greatness, quite a businessman. He walked sure of himself. And I stayed there in the elevator, wanting to go live in China because of the bear that had happened with this man. I knew they wouldn't give me the job, because of my big mouth .

You never learn, America.

I got out of the elevator while covering my breasts with my bag. I had to find Vicky, the secretary, and tell her to give me the instructions.