Chapter 8: Mrs Phony.

Rosa's Pov.

I stepped out of the bathroom that early morning only to hear the beeping from my phone.

Picking it up, my eyes widened on seeing the message that popped up.

I have been accepted as a senior agent. Gawd, I love Quinn so much.

I entered X immediately and sent her a DM, saying ‘thank you’ with a lot of hearts, and she replied almost immediately with a ‘you're welcome’.

I smiled, guess she wasn't mad anymore.

Entering my closet, I removed a well-fitted blazer, a pencil skirt, and a long-sleeved T-shirt.

Putting it up, I sprayed on my perfume happily, only to hear another beeping.

Carrying the phone, I frowned on seeing the new message.

I'll be under a real estate broker, Mr. Andres.

Well, I guess he isn't a Beaumont, just an opportune fellow.

A smile appeared on my lips, and I wiped it off immediately.

Why am I even happy?

I can't let stupid feelings get in the way of what I'm trying to achieve.

I sighed, picking up my satchel, which I had arranged earlier with things I would need.

You could say I had expected it beforehand that Quinn would make it work this early.

Flagging down a taxi, I entered inside, told it where I was going, and heaved a sigh, rubbing my arms together.

This wasn't the time to fidget, nor be nervous, nor be scared.

I am actually doing this, and I'm going to make sure that nothing gets in my way.

I will ruin Gary Beaumont and everything he loves.

The taxi stopped in front of Beaumont Estates, and I stared at the tall building, my arms shaking again.

“You can do this,” I mumbled to myself, paying the driver and stepping out.

Applying more lip gloss on my lips, I regained my confidence, strutting in like I owned the place.

All eyes turned to me, and I kept muttering under my breath.

‘Be Rosaura and not Rosa, be Rosaura and not Rosa.’

I smiled at the people whom I walked past, their eyes filled with awe, who must be thinking that I'm some important personnel, fat chance.

I reached the elevator and stopped a cleaner passing by.

“Good morning, please, where is Mr Andres's office?” I asked.

“Third floor, ma'am, last door on the right,” she told me, and I nodded, entering the elevator and pressing the third button.

I knew where it was, in fact, Quinn had mapped out all the coordinates of the building for me, but there are Cameras everywhere, and getting there without asking anybody would only raise suspicion.

The elevator came to a stop, and I stepped out. The hall was empty and ghost-like, almost like the abandoned ones in movies, but I still walked on.

Getting to the last door, I knocked on it and heard a ‘come in’ from inside, definitely not the voice of Andres.

I opened the door and entered to meet a totally different man; he looked up to me and smiled.

“You must be the new senior agent, Rosaura. I'm Jefferson, Mr Andres P.A, nice to meet you.” He stretched forth his arm, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed by the fact that Andres wasn't in, but why?

“Nice to meet you, too,” I replied with a forced smile, and we shared a brief handshake.

“Please, sit down,” he said, and I took a seat on the chair behind the desk, while he took a seat on the armchair.

I took out my credentials from my bag, dropping them in front of him as he started going through them.

“So, it says here that you're a college graduate, but I can't find your certificate anywhere.”

He mumbled, and I smiled.

“I went to Fushan College, the one who suffered a lawsuit and got burned later, so I wasn't able to get a certificate, just a testimonial from the owner,” I said, pointing to a piece of paper, and he picked it up, going through it.

“You know that something like this could be easily forged, right?”

“If it was, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been given this job,” I said with a still smile.

“You must have a lot of connections to be able to get a job here easily, let's say, a rich father? Influential mother?”

“I had already been interviewed. I don't see the need for all this, Mr Jefferson.”

I told him, and he nodded, dropping the papers.

“You are right indeed, but then I will be frank with you, my boss doesn't trust you at all, which means also that I don't trust you. If you try to pull any stupid stunt, I'll make sure you're locked in jail for life,” He threatened, and I chuckled inwardly.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night, Mr Jefferson?” I gave him a simple reply, and he nodded.

“Good, we understand each other,” He said, handing the files back to me.

“Your work is simple, since you're experienced enough to be a senior agent without promotion, then I'm sure you know what it is,” He said, and I nodded.

“Is there anything you want to ask me? If there is, do that right now because once the boss comes, I'll be extremely busy,” He told me, and I bit my lips, as much as I wanted to say no, I still couldn't help but ask.

“How do I win Mr Andres' trust?”

He stared at me for a moment as if thinking, and I immediately regretted asking that question.

“Our unit has been in trouble for a while now. If you can use your charms to sell enough estates, then I'm sure he'd do more than trust you,” He said, and I sighed.

Seems easy enough.

“That would be all then, thank you, Mr Jefferson,” I said with a small curtsy, and he smiled.

“Head to the second floor, and ask for Morgan Johnson; she's the one who would show you around.”

‘Not like I need much showing around,’ I wanted to tell him, but inside I replied with a quiet thank you, and opened the door.

In a couple of seconds, my breathing ceased as I came face-to-face with Andres.

My heart began pounding faster as his Gary eyes stared down on me, his cupid-bow shaped lips parted slowly as a word was about to come out of his mouth.

I waited, my eyes still looking up to me, my throat still moving violently.

“Oh, it's Miss phony”

I blinked immediately as what he said dawned on me.

“Who the hell did you just call phony?”