Chapter 3 Sly bloody Marty

Redy walk out looking more dejected than the confident person who walked in minutes earlier, she didn't spare us a glance as she angrily walked out.

“Guess that didn't work out," Fechi comments.

“ That must be the case”, I nod.

“Fechi Oni,” we heard the interviewer call from the office.

Fechi guy smiles nervously, “I guess that's my cue, wish me luck.”

“ Good luck, fighting!”, I shout, and that earned me disgusting glares from the others and a smile from Fechi.

I hope my good luck favours him.

He walked out not more than five minutes later with a sad look.

“I guess that didn't work out as I hoped, but there are still other fishes in the river. I will just bring my hooks out, see you later”, he smiles sadly, his dimples nowhere to be found.

I felt a pang of sadness for him, but there was nothing I can do for him and like he said there are more fishes in the sea, all he has to do is throw in his net.

The others were all called one after the other and, like the other two before them, they left dejectedly.

If getting the job is this difficult, why bother trying to recruit?

As far as I know, since this company started, they haven't changed workers and none have resigned.

It came as a shock when I saw their mail.

“I guess it's remaining you and me then, slum boy,” Bitchy smiles wickedly, “not to get your panties in a twist, you won't be chosen, stop wasting your time here. Moreover, this company is too immaculate to house a dirty slum-like you.”

I ignore her taunts, after all, silence is the best answer given to a fool.

“Zuzana Greta."

Greta, they said?

What a pretentious name for a bitch.

“Say goodbye to your dream job”, those were her last words as she turned and sashays into the office, humming a happy tune.

She spent up to an hour there, unlike the others who didn't spend more than five minutes in the office of the judge.

Finally, she came out with a massive grin on her face.

The opposite of the expressions the others wore.

She adjusts her clothes and her hair, “ta-da, I told you the job's for me”, she smiles childishly.

Mara won't be caught dead behaving the way she is.

“Bye-bye”, she made a shooing motion, I ignore her taunts.

I won't allow her to know how much her words affected me.

“Lys Slyndar”, my heart skipped a beat at the call of my name.

Outward I'm composed, but inwardly I am shaking in fright.

“Good luck, you will need it because the position has been occupied by me”, she walked towards the elevator with me watching her departure.

I shook my head as I watched the bitch.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't be caught dead referring to a female like this, but she brings out the worst in me.

I took a deep, steady breath before I walked into the office.

The office had three leather upholstery chairs, and the table stacked with files looks like real mahogany.

Mustering courage, there's no use being nervous.

It's either you get the job or you don't there's no two ways about it, I encouraged myself.

I walk towards the man with his back to me and his face looking at the magnificent waterfall enlarged photograph.

“Sit or for you or do you prefer standing?” his silky honeyed voice washed through me, causing goosebumps to materialize on my body without much Ado.

My nerves were on autopilot.

I take a seat, expecting him to turn towards me for the interviewing, but instead, he kept his face straight ahead, not making a move to turn.

If this is how he will behave for the rest of the interview, I rather —

The door to the bathroom opens and a flushed looking * I don't know why his face is always flushed, but that seems to be the case, maybe that's his natural look?* interviewer came out when his eyes landed on the figure casually looking at the picture, his flushed face paled faster than I could have counted to two.

The blood draining from his face.

If vampires are real, I bet they will be jealous of how pale his face is.

If the interviewer isn't the one seating on the chair, then who is?

“Sir”, the interviewer starts to say, but the man raised a hand to silence him.

The now paled faced * his face is no more flushed* interviewer gulps in fear.

I almost pitied the man.

I can't pity a man who denied Fechi his dream job and employed Bitchy, “I will take it up from here”, the same silky voice speaks his voice was neutral not giving anything away.

“The position has already been filled, there's no…”

The man stands still with his back to us, “I said I will take it up from here” if he's angry, it didn't show in his tune.

“Ok sir”, he bows before leaving, but not before giving me a look of pity.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I stand to leave.

Since my interviewer is no longer here, what am I going to do in this office with the strange, mysterious man?

“Sit”, was the single command he gave, and I found myself plopping down on the chair.

The mysterious man turned towards me and oh my God, it's Sly bloody Marty in person.

The CEO of the company being in is currently standing opposite me.

I blink to make sure am not dreaming, but he's right there in flesh.

He looks more handsome in person, the camera didn't do him any justice, his ebony black hair tied in a ponytail made his face more appealing. Thick red lips accentuated the curve of his mouth.

His green eyes devoid of any emotion, you would have thought him a stone based on his eyes, his shirt unbuttoned to the third loop making his tight abs visible.

He gracefully sits back on his chair, this time around facing me.

I swallow, my mouth is mysteriously dry.

“ Now we're both seated, let's proceed".