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Reencounter

Re-encounter: To meet someone again for the second time. 

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Amara’s POV 

“I can’t find my plain black skirt, have you seen it?” I shouted to Miykal, asking for the location of the only skirt I’d managed to own. 

It was Monday morning and I was getting ready for my big day. I’m supposed to have an interview by eight this morning and it’s almost seven. I haven’t worn my “Mary skirt” and I'm not even ready. 

I don’t even know where my portfolio is. My certificate, my curriculum vitae is presently not in sight and I’m still fighting with the buttons of this goddamn shirt that I’m wearing.

“Where did you put it?” Miyka asked, rushing into my room. She was only putting on her nightgown and her hair was all over the place.

We had both gone out last night to meet some of her college friends and even though they insisted on getting me something to drink, I disagreed. I’m not normal even when I’m myself, I don't want to know what I’ll be like once I’m drunk. 

But Miykal had drunk herself to stupor and ended up throwing up all over the cab we took home. I had to pay the driver extra cash to make up for the cleaning services. 

“I don’t know where I put it, I know I placed it with my stuff yesterday. I can’t even find my portfolio as well, it’s missing” 

“What job did you say you were applying for again?” She suddenly asked, paused from looking around the room.

“A personal assistant. Why do you ask? That doesn’t help me out here” I said. I finally succeeded in buttoning up my shirt while I resumed looking for the skirt in just a shirt and my lace pants, the only sexy pant I own. 

“With this your unorganized attitude, your ass will soon be fired. You better know how to manage it. Also, Remember to keep your words in your head and pick them before opening that mouth of yours to say anything inappropriate” she cautioned. I know! I know my words are terrible but for now, the Mary skirt, please.

“Yes mummy, I’ll do all you’ve told me but please I’ll look for the portfolio, kindly help me look for the skirt. It’s plain black and has this tiny bow at the front, it’s pretty….” I didn’t finish what I was saying before she raised the skirt up to my face.

“You mean this?” She asked surprisingly.

“Yes, thanks. It’s a little bit rough but I’ll manage it” I answered, collecting the skirt from her.

“When you get back, we’ll sort your cloth issue out but for now, give me the skirt, let me quickly press it for you while you look for your portfolio, brush your hair and put on some makeup” She shouted out the last part.

“That’s so much fucking damn things to do, Miykal. I don’t want to be fucking late” 

“Swallow those curses, witch and get to work” I quickly rummaged through the boxes and successfully brought out my portfolio. I set it on the table and went to stand in front of the mirror. I quickly ran the brush through my hair. Held it tight together with a clip and used a simple lipgloss and touched my face up with a little powder. 

Looking good enough and stepped out of the room. 

“You look presentable enough, baby girl. Here’s the skirt, put it on”

“It’s so fucking hot” I replied. Still, I collected the skirt and put it on despite the fact that it was hot.

“Best of luck baby girl, here’s my bag” she collected the file folder, car key from me and placed it into the floral printed bag. “It fits your outfit, use it. Good luck, mi amor” She kissed my cheek. 

“Thanks. I just hope nobody steps on my feet today. I want to be as composed as possible” 

“Best of luck with that” She replied sarcastically and I flipped her the middle finger. She bursted out in laughter as I left the apartment. 

I quickly opened my car door and stepped in, only to be welcomed by a rotten, horrible smell. I almost threw up at the horrible welcome I received. 

Then I remembered that I hadn’t cleaned it up/ dry it out after the heavy downpour the other day. I looked through the bag that Miykal had given me and I saw a perfume. I almost kissed the ground for such an amazing miracle. 

I parked my car in front of the large building. The Salvatore enterprises stood elegant with his beautiful designs shining right into the street. 

“We can do this, Amara. We will do this” I brazen myself up and got out of the door. I sprayed some perfumes on my clothes to swallow up the horrible smell and walked into the building. 

I was directed by some of the securities on where to go, I checked my clock and saw it was five minutes to eight. 

Lucky me! 

“Hi, I’m Amara Collins and I’m here for the interview” I introduced myself to the lady at the reception. 

“Okay, I’ll inform the boss. The other girl is already inside with him, you’ll go in as soon as she’s out. Please have a seat over there” 

It surprised me at how punctual these people can be, it is not even eight yet and the interview had started already. Thank God my “Mary skirt” appeared sooner enough to save my ass from not qualifying for the position of the personal assistant. 

After five more minutes, the other lady came out of the office with a smile on her face.

“You shouldn’t bother trying to impress the boss with that ugly face of yours. I’ve done that already and he gave me the assurance that I’ll get the job” I smiled bitterly at her struggle at competing and decided to let it go. I had promised myself that I’ll compose all the shifty habit of mine for just a few hours 

But, On a second thought, I won’t. 

“Sweetie, I don’t like body shaming but next time before you walk up to people and talk, try working on your face, you look scary enough, skinny ass bitch” I replied and faced the other side not wanting to see what her facial expression was. 

“Amara Collins, you’re next” I stuck my tongue out at the skinny ass and walked into the door. 

As I entered, I saw a man sitting behind the chairs, he was engrossed in a file while the older lady who had called me stood beside him. 

“Have your seat, young lady” The older lady told me with a smile on her face. I smiled back at her and sat down. 

“You can leave, Mrs Finn” The old lady who is Mrs Finn left the office. He raised his head and looked at me through the cute round glasses he was wearing. 

It is evident that he hasn’t changed a bit, he was still hot and beautiful as the last time. The only thing different about him are the dimples I hadn’t noticed the last time. 

“Name?” He asked and I was surprised. Isn’t my file right in front of him?

As if you can’t see it right there I muttered under my breathe

“Excuse me, what did you say?”

“I said my name is Beverly,” I replied, trying to see if he could remember me. 

He furrowed his eyebrow in confusion, looking back at the file with him. 

Oh! Were you messing with me before?

“Okay…. Beverly What? I mean your surname” He asked. 

Beverly the ghost! 

Amara Beverly Collins” I finally replied

“Took you long enough to get what your name is. You sure this is your file?”

“One hundred percent, sir” I confidently replied.

“One question, why do you think you’re suitable for the job?” He asked and rested into his chair. 

“Suitable? Is there anyone who’s suitable or perfect for anything? There’s no such person. We all are just trying to get a life that we can learn to accept as ours. If I start to tell you about where I’ve worked, my degrees and everything, which one haven’t you heard before. I’m not suitable but I'll definitely fit in. If I’d managed to make such a huge move to change my life, I believe I’ll make such a big difference for this organization”

“That’s a nice speech but you didn’t answer my question directly. You can go now, Miss Collins. We’ll get back to you later” I nodded. 

I stood up from the chair and walked towards the door. I was going to open it and leave but one thing stopped me. 

“One more thing, Mr Salvatore” he looked up 

“If I don’t even get the job, I’m still satisfied that I got to see you again. The biggest reason why I applied here is to be able to say thank you for the first time. Thank you” 

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