Milagrosの小説

“He'll show up eventually," he said, starting to step back. "See you later, Hermione.""Goodbye."I watched him leave; he had acted strangely. I turned, opening the office door, surprised to see that it was large. There were several desks with printers and computers beside them, along with blank sheets of paper. Several girls were doing their tasks. They noticed me."Hi, are you new? Are you on trial too?"I furrowed my brow. I thought I was the only one on trial, and I didn't like that at all."Um... Yeah, are you?" I asked. The girl was my height, with brown hair and a tan complexion."Same as everyone," she replied, turning to the others. The girls gave me a quick look, smiling.Are all of them still on trial?"What job are you doing the trial for?" I questioned, frowning.The girl tensed a bit. "For the same as you, I suppose," she replied hesitantly. "Come on, this will be your place."She showed me a desk by the window, offering a great view of the city, just like Spencer's. I l

The alarm on my clock went off again, it had interrupted my sleep about three times already. It's too early, and the sun hasn't even risen yet. I opened my eyes to check the time:5:20 a.m."Damn it!" I exclaimed, realizing I was late. I jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, tossing my pajamas aside. I showered at lightning speed; I couldn't afford to be late on my first day of the trial.After leaving the bathroom, I hastily put on the first clothes I found. I combed my hair, grabbed my bag, and rushed out. I didn't even have breakfast. As I hit the road, I desperately looked for a bus or a taxi, anything. Finally, my eyes landed on a taxi, and I hailed it immediately.As it stopped in front of me, I hurried to get in."To the Pawlan building," I told the driver."Good morning, miss, nice to see you again," the taxi driver said as he started driving, although his voice sounded oddly familiar. I glanced up."You?" It was the same taxi driver from yesterday."And it seems you g

Upon arriving home, I collapsed onto the couch. I was tired. I hadn't found a single wretched taxi, let alone a bus, so, as a good Samaritan, I had to walk all the way here. My feet ached, and my head was pounding. I was sleepy, very sleepy. I had to go to the university at night, thankful that I'd finished my assignments yesterday because today I couldn't think straight.Spencer came to mind—his eyes, his lips, his nose, his hair, his body, his gaze. I'm in trouble if I think I like him, very much so. Spencer is super wealthy, and a naive girl with a homeless appearance is not in his plans.I sighed in frustration.The front door opened."I'm home!"That was Lucy. Why would she come home so early? I sat up."Don't you have work?" I asked, furrowing my brow. Her gaze fell on me."Nope, Barret gave us the day off," she said, kicking off her shoes, leaving them lying around. "How was it for you?"I slumped back onto the couch."I got a trial week," I muttered, "And the most... sexy thin

A bothersome noise from my alarm startles me a bit, making me half-open my eyes. I grimaced in annoyance, reaching out my hand to turn off the alarm. I hated waking up early. Nevertheless, I had to find a job because my dear father didn't want to keep paying for my studies, insisting I should earn my keep. Bah, nonsense."Hey, Hermione, wake up!" My roommate's shrill voice made me roll my eyes. Lucy acted as my second alarm clock.I promptly got up and walked over to the mirror. My hair looked like a bird's nest, and the dark circles under my eyes were prominent. It was the result of studying at night and sleeping in."You can do this," I told myself. "Finding a job is easy," I tried to convince myself. "You have an interview today, and you'll come home with that job, got it?"I nodded to myself.After a long shower, picking out clothes, applying light makeup, and a gulp of coffee, I was ready."See you in the afternoon, H," Lucy bid farewell. At least she had a nice job as a waitress