C7

I came to a room where there were several doors.

Administration, accounting, marketing, logistics, design... secretary.

Perfect! What I was looking for.

I knocked on the door three times softly. I got no answers, maybe I should have hit harder. I repeated the taps, this time harder.

"Come in," they said from the other side of the door.

I took one last look at my body, making sure that at least the wet clothes I was wearing were okay. I went inside. I opened the door, leaving just enough room to stick my head out. "

Vicky Lee?" I asked with a little insecurity.

"That's right, if I'm not mistaken you're America Ferg ." He placed his head on the laptop on his desk.

"Exactly, it's me," I smiled.

"Perfect, please come in and make yourself comfortable."

I struggled to enter, I was sorry that he saw me in these looks being my first day the first thing he would think of me is that I'm sure I'm one of those immature girls.

I'm lost, but I still entered.

Vicky continued typing on her computer without even realizing that I was wet, I sat down, clasped my hands together like a child receiving instructions from his mother. "

Okay, tell me," he looked up now, "what happened to you, America?" He scanned me from head to toe.

She definitely knew she would make a bad impression. Just when I was feeling high.

“I know, but it was raining, I didn't even have a windshield”I intertwined my fingers nervously”if you want I can go home, I know they won't give me the job that way”I suggested getting up.

“Nope! Not at all, take a seat again, those things happen often, believe me that countless things have happened to me too. Telling you that once I had to receive some business associates and a car that passed me spilled mud on my shirt, that day I literally went crazy”she smiled giving me confidence.

"Things that happen to women, right?" I smiled, feeling more relaxed. You could

really tell Vicky that she was a cheerful woman, I liked her from the start, at least I was n't so lost anymore.

Point for America.

“Wait, I'll search the system with whom you'll have the interview with the instructions” Vicky adjusted her glasses to continue searching on her computer.

I twisted the ends of my shirt a little, it didn't help at all in drying. The worst of all is my pink bra , at least I would have chosen a white one, I don't know, something that wasn't flashy.

“Ready, you will be with Philips Morgan, in room number four. If you want while it's your turn you can go to a room that's down the hall here, I think there's an old fan there, you can put your shirt out to dry a bit and then I'll take you to that room, because most likely is that you can get lost.

•

It was dark, with my hands I was touching the edge of the wall trying to find a power button .

I found it!

It was a small room, there were a lot of old documents, they seemed a bit outdated, a dusty desk.

How strange that in a modern company these things exist.

In a corner of the room there was an unused fan, I plugged it in. I took off my shirt in a delicate way, I didn't want to fill it with dust. Staying in a bra and with my skirt, this being black, you didn't notice how wet it was.

The clock was ticking and about fifteen minutes had already passed.

"I think that's enough time, it's already quite dry, anyway the heat of my body will end up drying it" I put my arm in one sleeve and then put the other one in the other sleeve and start buttoning myself.

The door started to open.

I raised my eyes, to the rhythm in which the door opened.

Can not be! It was Dalton Morgan himself. Immediately I noticed how his eyes had pointed towards my cleavage, at the same time I observed my cleavage, they made my voluminous breasts look.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry”he put a hand to his eyes”I didn't know there was someone here.

I immediately buttoned my shirt.

"I think you always play before entering a place, right?" It didn't matter that he was the owner of the company, he had to teach him a few things.

“I know, but here I always come alone to this room, I came for some documents”Can I take my hands off my eyes?

“You can do it”I was already fully dressed”dusty documents?”ironically I asked

“ That 's right, sometimes you need your old ideas to form a new strategy”but with a bragging tone”hey, you 're the girl who I was in the elevator now that I remember.

"Yes, why?" I confronted him, because I was one of the girls who didn't leave anyone behind.

"Did you have your interview yet?" He adjusted his elegant tuxedo.

"I'm on that, in a few minutes I have the appointment," I agreed.

"Good luck with that then." He walked fully into the room to check his documents.

The rich smell of her perfume permeated the room, a perfume sweeter than honey itself.

“Thank you!”I went looking for Vicky

•

“Are you ready?”Vicky asked , somewhat animated.

"I think so, do you? " What do you say?”I turned around for her to check if the shirt was okay.

“I see that you look very beautiful”he gave me a small turn.

“Take a deep breath, these things are key when it comes to impressing your recruiter. Don't worry, Philips is a quiet guy, but don't pay too much attention to him, he wants to be noticed by people who have just joined, at least he will tell you about all the years of experience he has, bragging about it, but don't pay too much attention to him , what you have to pay more attention to is the things that you will have to do”she gave me small instructions holding my hands.

Vicky went back to her desk to get a few things ready, turning off her laptop.

We started to walk together to room four, but before we crossed the door of her office her floor phone began to ring again and again.

"Wait a minute, I'm just answering the call" she came back in a hurry.

Vicky was talking on the phone, nodding, perhaps they were giving her certain instructions, it was most likely. He turned his gaze to me , still nodding.

I raised my arms like what was up? She kept looking at me, signaling me to wait. She

hung up

“What happened?” I approached her.

"Your interview is cancelled, America." He was staring at me.

"But... why or what?" I hit the floor with my heel, I was angry.

After leaving my house suffering countless embarrassing situations and now this happens to me. It's not fair, I knew my luck wouldn't change at all.

"Hey, stay calm. It's not a bad thing." He smirked.

"Why are you smiling?" I frowned.

"The call was from Mr. Morgan," she clapped her hands.

"And... what does he have?" She took me disoriented.

“ He said to go straight to his office. He will be the one to interview you.

“What?”I almost jumped for joy , but I wouldn't show that to Vicky

“Come on, come with me, I'll take you with him”we entered the elevator.

“Don't get nervous with him , just be yourself, he likes that kind of thing, he's very intelligent and he realizes when a person tries to lie or is pretending something they're not”she spoke as the elevator went up.

The elevator stopped at the top floor, lighting up a green button.

“Well, here comes my work, now the rest is yours”he said goodbye closing the elevator door.

There was a door with some gold letters impregnated in the wood.

Dalton Morgan”General Manager

The door had a little bell next to it, I pressed it a little unsure.

"You can come in," was heard from a speaker above the door.

I opened the door and there it was. In a huge room, delicately adorned with fine furniture, rugs of some kind of expensive material. His desk... his desk was totally jet black, he imposed his power, under his desk was a kind of animal fur, if my eyesight is correct I could tell it's a brown bear.

In one corner was a deep brown cabinet with some types of liquor. Behind him was a portrait the size of the wall, it was of his face in the darkness shining only the part of his eyes, nose and mouth. It was a portrait that in the position that was his eyes always followed me. It was pure elegance.

"Sit down, please," he extended his hand, in which a diamond”studded watch shone on his wrist. I don't know, but this guy made me a little nervous,

I don't think Vicky

's advice would help. "So your name is America Ferg ?" He checked my documents, nodding.

"That's right, I'm about to finish my degree.

“As you know, today companies like mine look for people with a high degree of experience and you… you haven't finished your degree yet”he scratched his beard.

“If you brought me here to make me feel bad, you would have said it before”I was about to get up from that seat.

"Don't worry, I didn't say anything about that. What I want to tell you is that we also give the opportunity to people like you , who are almost finished. We believe that there are people with the potential to develop our company. My company is not a company that we base ourselves on years of experience, we base ourselves on the productive capacity of an employee at a certain time, so we believe in your own capacity”he settled in his chair.

"Does that mean...?" I crossed my arms.

"I'm just explaining a little about our policies" this time his gaze glared at me and I immediately responded with the same intensity in my gaze, I could feel how it burned me.

"Sorry about the elevator right now." I looked away sadly.

"At least you were honest, do you think I don't realize that not everyone likes me in my company?" Dalton adjusted his tie.

"Then why don't you fire them?" I raised my arms.

“It's called strategy, America, the fact that they don't want me doesn't take away from how good they can be in their position.

Now her gaze went to my chest. Seeing his gaze, I surreptitiously covered my hand.

He pointed...

"What 's wrong ?" I turned my hands away.

"It's just a little funny." He smiled a little.

"What do you mean funny?" I frowned.

“I mean the color of your bra , in general, the women here always try to match their bra with their shirt or skirt.

“So you're making fun of me”this time I would get up.

“Nope! Not at all, it's also good that you're different from them”he stretched his neck.

“I think that's a disadvantage of being a Virgin, I think, not knowing how to combine that kind of thing”I crossed one leg over the other.

When Dalton heard the word "Virgin" I could have sworn I saw that he bit his lower lip a bit.

He kept going through my documents almost knocking them over on his desk.

"I'm so sorry, America.

Perfect, I know what you came to tell me. That he was not interested in my resume, that on another occasion he might have better luck and those kinds of things that a company tells you so as not to tell you directly that you did not qualify for that vacancy.

"Yes, thank you very much for the opportunity." I got up from my seat.

“I'm not finished”he raised his tone”I tell you I'm very sorry because from today you will have to put up with an ogre as a boss. Welcome to my company.