Chapter 5: The C.E.O.

“You probably remembered me?”

Of course she did. His handsome face was registered on Wisdom’s mind forever.

The bartender handed him a vodka martini—as well as to her.

“Don’t worry. It’s my treat.”

Wisdom was debating if the drink was somehow drugged or the man just happens to be very friendly, contrary to his strict appearance. He was wearing sage-colored jeans and black polo shirt.

Well, he’s handsome anyway despite the simplicity in his apparel. He’s one of the men whom Wisdom only dreamt of being in bed with due to his oozing handsomeness.

She waited for him to drink first before taking a sip from her vodka martini.

“Don’t worry. It’s safe to drink, it is not drugged. If I want a woman in my bed, I’ll tell her right away. Drugs don't need to do that if my mouth can just simply ask.”

That’s so sweet of him—and respectful.

“Speaking of that…”

That line made Wisdom abruptly turn her head towards him. She would have thrown up in the middle of this conversation if her mind didn’t remind her that she’s talking to a C.E.O.

“I would like to offer you a job—a job that requires you to be in my bed.” That was pretty candid and direct.

Silence just fell between them.

“Say something, Wisdom.”

“Something.” She’s being a clown; being funny.

‘Wait, how did he know my name?’ Wisdom suddenly thought.

The C.E.O. takes one look at her then take another sip from his cocktail.

“I suppose Gerry didn’t tell you that I am now the C.E.O. of the company you just resigned…”

Using the term ‘resigned’ is a bit of salvation to Wisdom’s pride. But, the fact that Gerry didn’t tell her that there had been a slight change in the upper management was utterly unfair.

Speaking of upper management…

“And I am also the one who requested that you’ll be fired, considering the fact that it is also the grocery store that I own the time you made a scene to shame your former husband and former best friend.”

Wisdom could no longer think, move, or even speak due to that revelation. God save her tongue.

“What’s your name?” Those were the only words that came out from her dry mouth.

The C.E.O. looked at her in confusion. “Hmm?”

“I said what’s your name you damned idiot!”

Wisdom has totally gone down in the enraged path. The respectful, sweet, and naïve Wisdom no longer exists. With that revelation, she too had made a new skin of herself and shredded the skin of her past.

Without further ado, she walked out the scene…again; without bothering to say goodbye or asking to walk away. No. She just walks away like a Hollywood actress filming a badass scene.

She is Wisdom Weisz anyway. And walking away is now a part of her glorious name.

***

Wisdom’s reflection was very much alluring and statuesque.

‘I hope this body will help me on this job application…’ She prayed; more like hoping.

With that, the C.E.O. last night flashed again from her mind. His lips, his handsome mien, and his…his offer for a job that includes her being in his bed.

Was that really a job? Is he somehow a pornography executive producer or an adult actor? Either way, she needs a decent job. A job that can benefit her body, her lifestyle, and her wallet. And the job he offered seems to only benefit two out of the three things.

She looked at the clock that was more plain than cheap. It reads 7:45—fifteen minutes before her scheduled interview.

“Relax, Wisdom!” She scolded herself.

Without further ado, she sprinted towards the location of her job application, disregarding her feet due to the pain caused by her red high heels.

***

Luckily, she arrived at the place on time. There is already someone being interviewed inside.

She received a text message from the HR. The assigned woman that was supposed to interview her was on maternity leave, leaving the Head of the HR Department to conduct the interview.

It was two minutes before her interview when she decided to peep at the translucent glass door. It was a young woman who was being interviewed before her. She seems like a fresh graduate and very gorgeous. But, when she caught the sight of the person that they call the Head of the HR Department, she was about to vomit…again.

It was Richard—her sex-loving former husband.

***

When Wisdom turned around to walk away and decide to not attend the interview, she saw Francine Cabello approaching. Her red tube dress was more like a uniform of a professional whore than the title of the branch manager stated on her name plate by her right chest.

But before Francine could even open her mouth, she already walked away even when she heard the door open from the interview room and the voice of Francine calling her name.

Probably Francine was a bit insulted because no matter how simple or formal dress Wisdom wears, she is still beautiful and voluptuous whereas Francine that no matter how she displays her so-called huge chest have still no effect on most men—except to Richard of course.

Well, Francine and Richard are both collectors anyway; both have their own extra “pets”. Birds with the same feathers flock together after all.