Not Mine

"What are you getting at son?" His father watched both of us warily. "She's not really My-" the word was about to slip out of his mouth. I wouldn't let it, the conscience in the back of my head wouldn't allow it. I acted on my instinct and gut. I grabbed him by his well tailored shirt and landed our first kiss. He stood there frozen and as did I. A couple of seconds passed u til I felt him melt into the kiss. I was still shocked by my sudden action, but I soon followed behind. Once we parted I turned to his awaiting father. "I'm not his girlfriend anymore, I'm his wife." I smiled.They bluntly thought I was pathetic over the phone. I called in earlier that week to confirm my schedule since I was unsure. They laughed then hung up in my face probably thinking I was a prank or something. It wasn't a great start to the well paid job I was accepted to.Nervousness washed over me when I walked up to the front desk. I subtly played with the bottom of my tucked in blouse and spoke nervously to the receptionist."Hi, I'm Azalea Travers. This is my first day at Valerian's Corporation." I gave a small smile to seem friendly.The young lady with her blouse almost halfway unbuttoned looked up at me with a caked face and noticeably scowled. I held back a cringe as a clump of mascara fell off. "You must be mistaken Missing Link and Co. is down five blocks, have a nice day." She flashed me a fake smile then kept typing. I cleared my throat embarrassment and a slight bit of anger rose and I spoke again."No ma'am I'm have a job at Valerian Co." I heard her say the lines of this must be a mistake and started typing fast across her keyboard. I stood there awkwardly still messing with my plain blouse. I had to rush and find a outfit that looked professional enough due to the fact that I wore casual clothes on a day to day basis. My intern job was with a very laid back company, so business clothes weren't required. My ears picked up her quiet scoff and I saw her roll her eyes and flick them back up to me.

Pagina's: 288, Paperback, Ottavio Ferrante