EIGHT: Vivian

6:45 am

Buzz!

I wake up to my alarm blaring my ears off. I bang my hands on the alarm clock to switch it off. I glance over to the wall clock and it hits me, I have less than an hour to prepare for my interview. I yawn as I stand from my bed, rubbing my sleepy eyes with the back of my hands before heading to the living room.

On getting to the sitting room, I see Alice and Nate, who returned yesterday after hearing that I was around and about what Tristan did to me, sleeping peacefully on the sofa. Alice legs are spread across that of Nate's.

Unlike Alice, he was quite happy that my marriage to Tristan ended, according to him, he is an asshole and does not deserve me, although he swore to deal with Tristan for breaking the heart of his friend.

The entire sitting room is littered with boxes of pizza, chicken and beer bottles. I can't believe that Nate and Alice went clubbing while leaving me here at home. Well, I had to go to bed early because I had an interview.

"Wake up, you sleepy heads,"I yell as I bang my hands on the table to wake them up. Nate and Alice wake up with a start. They faces were as if I had just woke them up from a really good dream. The kind where you are about to receive a cash prize of million dollars.

"God, Vivian, keep it down, will you?" Nate scrowls at me as he turns to go back to sleep. Alice stands and heads towards the kitchen, while stretching herself.

"Oh no, you don't." I take a hold of Nate's legs and drag him down from the sofa. He whines like a little child, kicking his legs.

"I'm going to get you for this." Nate shouts, nudging me with his arms as he gets off the floor, where I dragged him down to. He runs his hands through his little brown hair as he heads over to Alice who is now making coffee for the three of us.

"I'm off to the bathroom." I announce to the both of them.

"Oh thank you, you were really making me regret having a nose." Alice teases me.

I make a sad face at her before hurrying to the bathroom to take a shower while going through possible interview questions in my mind. I have never been to an interview before though I have conducted some. So it shouldn't be that hard.

Few minutes later,

I groan in frustration as I try to subject my hair to a ponytail but it just wouldn't listen.

"Vivian, you have thirty minutes to make it to Lance!" Alice yells from my doorstep while Nate enters the room and sits on my bed.

Alice comes into my room and heads over to my closet to pick out an outfit for me. She chooses a white satin blouse with a bow neckline over a black pencil skirt and a pair of black stiletto heels with my approval and arranges them on my bed.

Nate walks up to me and helps me style my hair in a neat ponytail, leaving some hair strands falling by the side of my face, after which he exits the room with Alice, so that I could finish up.I apply a little bit of makeup on my face. Next, I put on a pair of silver bud earrings after which I put on my outfit. Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I am satisfied with how professional I look thanks to Alice and Nate, my life saviours.

On getting to the living room, Alice hands me a cup of coffee and her car keys. "Good luck on your interview." She says hugging me.

"Girl, this outfit is giving me life." Nate comments on my dressing before he takes a sip from his coffee.

"Thanks, douchebag." I say before grabbing the keys and running out of our apartment.

In the parking lot, I get into Alice's BMW and set it into motion. My destination is the gigantic Lance Holdings building.

The streets is bustling with people as I drive from

our apartment in Broadway to park avenue, my final destination being the headquarters of Lance Holdings. It is a twenty-five story office building, all glass with the name Lance Holdings written boldly on its gigantic door and by the left side of the building.

It is exactly 7:55am when I arrive at the company, and I am relieved that I am not late for my interview. Being late for a job interview is a really bad impression to give to your boss.

I move over to the white reception desk. "I'm here for the interview." I say to the blonde lady who was standing behind the desk. She is dressed in one of the sharpest black suit jacket and white shirt. She looks so professional and beautiful.

"Please sign here." She says as she hands me a visitors logbook. After signing the logbook, she hands over to me a security pass, 'visitor' boldly written on it. "Please take the last elevator on the right and press for the twenty-fifth floor. She smiles kindly at me relieving her perfectly white teeth.

Thanking her, I walk over to the elevators, past two security men who are both smartly dressed in their well tailored black suits.

The elevator whisks me to the twenty-fifth floor.The doors slide open and I walk into the another lobby that is more breath taking than the first. I see another reception desk but unlike the first there was no one there.

Looking around, I see a sitting area of black leather chairs. Behind the leather chair is a spacious glass, is a glass walled spacious office which is written administive support team. The office itself is breathtaking and is bustling with activities.

A few minutes later, I begin to hear voices coming from the slightly opened office door that has the inscription 'CEO' written on it.

The voice is intimidating and judging by the way it sends shivers down my spine, something serious must be going on in there.

"You are Fired." The voice thunders throughout the entire floor, putting a brief stop to all the activities going on.

A young lady comes out of the office, she walks over to me "You may go in now.", despite her efforts to remain calm, I could see tears forming in her eyes before she walks over to the reception desk.

I push the door open and walk into the office, my heart pounding like a drum. The office is way too big for just one man. In front of the floor to ceiling window, is a large modern dark wood desk. It matches the coffee table by the Lshaped couch. The interior design of the office was perfect. The painting hanging on the walls, and every other detail was amazing.

"Have a seat, Miss Brooks."He says pointing at the couch opposite him.

His face , I'm sure I have seen his face somewhere. Where the Hell was it.

The memory hits me with a bang.

He was the jerk from the airport.