Emily, who lay on the bed in her room, leaped to her feet at the sound of something and dragged herself out of the space, headed to the other room in the apartment. “Olivia,” she dubbed, clasping the handle of the door. “Open up already.” The door was shut and locked when she pushed, and she had to pause another moment for the door to be unlocked. “Olivia,” she shouted this time, recollecting the headphone the younger woman owned could be over her head. “Olivia!”“Hold on, Emily,” the door opened and there was Olivia, grinning. “Come, look. I've got something to show to you.” She invited Emily who wandered into the room, glancing around like it was her first time gracing the room with her existence. “What is it?” Emily, who had come to know what happened, could not help but raise a question when she took a seat on the bed. “You screamed, and I came. What was that noise about?”“You won't believe what just happened!" The younger woman exclaimed. She picked up her phone from the be

Emily who has decided to be friendly, took it upon herself to take Olivia to a boutique where they could shop for some wear before her day of appointment at NovesTech Corporates, arrived. “You don't have to do this,” Olivia had said, declining the offer. “We are not particular if the job is mine, yet. I was only asked to come for an interview.”“People get employment when interviewed, don't they?” Emily retorted. “Are you not going for the interview, Olivia?”“I will, of course,” Olivia answered back and got up from the chair where she was seated. She walked farther from that spot and slanted on the wall, heaving a tired sigh. “I am not your obligation, not in that mode.”“I never said you were,” it was Emily's turn to heave a sigh. “We will go shopping and that is final. I am older and have a say, after all.”The younger woman gave up. Emily's mind was made up and there was nothing she could do about it. She needed the dresses, after all as most of the clothing she possessed was no

What was happening? Why would Victoria prowl her in this manner? She wondered, her thoughts orchestrating her to a more diverse dimension, waiting for the first question to be tossed at her.Expecting the worst. “How old are you, Olivia Reynolds?” Victoria put forward her first question. “I understand you are above 20.”Of course. How can she not be above twenty? Did she have the look of a kid? Was she considered to be below twenty and a graduate with a degree at the same time?Is this not the same Mrs. Blackwell she was in love with days ago? Was this not the woman she admired so much and was looking forward to seeing again, maybe at the shop? “I am 24,” she said after so much thought. Her back relaxed on the extended chair, her eyes wide open as she was beginning to get exhausted from the interview already. “I will be twenty-five in a few months.”“I see,” the older woman jotted down something on the computer system with the help of the keyboard. “Twenty-four, going to twenty

Staff and workers in the Corporation walked past the magnificent gate, headed to their various offices. From her findings and the time displayed on the watch, worn on her wrist: she was early on the first day of her appointment. She pushed open the glass door and made it into the reception hall. “Good morning,” she greeted the woman she found at the stand, although it was a different person from the older lady she had seen the last time she was there. What does she care, anyway? She stopped to think, continuing with her journey when the lady at the stand dubbed her back. “Excuse me?” She turned around to face her. “Did you call for my attention?”She heard her name but was not sure. Now, Olivia walked to the reception stand to see what the younger lady wanted. “Good morning,” the lady greeted her. “You must be Olivia Reynolds.”“Yes, I am,” Olivia replied with a nod, and pride in the tone she spoke with. “Can I help you?”“No, not at all,” the lady said. “You need to sign on her

Emily woke up to the sound of the alarm in her room, as expected. She stretched on the bed when she posed up and gave her first yawn. Today was the day, she recalled and heaved a sigh. The day of her practice and a day for Jessica to act bossy around her. She heaved another sigh and jumped off the bed. Olivia was yet to come awake from the look of things or was having her bath already. Emily walked out of the room and led the way to the kitchen to make breakfast when she breathed in the aroma that came from the space she was steered to. “What is happening here?” She jokingly asked. “I thought you were taking a bath or not.”Olivia veered around to face her, the hot spoon in her right hand waving at the face of the other woman. “I decided to make something for us this morning before my bath, I am almost done with the task. Good morning, Emily.”“Pardon my manners,” Emily said. “I'd just take my bath and join you later. It is my session with Jessica today.”“The boss's girlfriend?”