Page 6 of Billionaire's Desire
But there is the strange calm and collected way he is carrying himself that does not scream car thief or kidnapper.
“Can you fucking calm down?” His gravelly voice draws me back to reality.
The audacity of this man. How dare he? This is my car for fucks sake. He is the one in the wrong in this situation, and he has the audacity to ask me to calm down when I tell him to leave?
“No. I will not fucking calm down. Get the fuck out of my car. Get the fuck out right now!”
I am so late, and I do not have the time for any of this.
The insistent honking of the first car’s horn has now been joined by several cars parked behind them.
I need to start driving. I need to get to the temp agency and I need this guy, whoever he is, to get out of my Mini Cooper immediately.
After a few minutes where our eyes are locked in some semblance of a stand-off, I finally succeed, because he shouts, “Fine!” then proceeds to bang my car door on his way out.
What an asshole!
If I had the time or the energy, I would have gotten out and given him a piece of my mind. What a strange and rude fellow.
But I do not have the time for any of it, so instead I drive off with my fingers crossed that I make it to my interview on time.
I get to the building with five minutes to spare and hurriedly run up the steps.
There are a few other women sitting in the reception area.
I pass my ID and personal information to the receptionist and then sit down beside a blonde woman who is busy scrolling through her phone.
If this had been a few years back, I would have struck up a conversation with her, asked her what her name was. That was the old Maggie. The extroverted and quick to make friends Maggie. So much has changed since then. So instead, I stare at the floor, quiet and reserved and wait for my name to be called.
One by one, the other women get called.
Close to two hours later, a woman emerges from the back room.
“Hi, I’m Kimber. You must be Maggie.”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Great, come with me and we’ll get started.”
I follow her into a small office and she closes the door behind us. We take a seat at a small table and she pulls out a folder with my resume and application.
“So, Maggie, tell me why you’re interested in this position.”
“Well, I’ve always loved working in the food industry and I think this would be a great opportunity for me to gain experience. I have worked with your agency before, actually. I have a passion for providing excellent customer service and I believe I have the skills and experience to be a great asset to your team.”
“That’s great to hear. Can you tell me about a time when you had to handle a difficult customer?”
“Sure, there was a time when I worked as a server and a customer became very unhappy with their order. Instead of getting frustrated, I stayed calm and listened to their concerns. I then offered to have the kitchen prepare a new dish for them, which they accepted. By the end of the meal, they were very satisfied and even left a generous tip. It was a great learning experience for me, and I learned the importance of always remaining professional and finding a solution to any problem.”
“That’s excellent, Maggie. You have a great attitude and I think you would be a great fit for our team. When would you be available to start?”
I almost leaped from my seat in excitement. “I’m available to start immediately and I’m very flexible with my schedule.”
She beams at me. “Great, I’ll speak with HR and get back to you with next steps. The job is going to be on a private yacht. Is that okay with you?”
I nod emphatically. This means that I not only get to pay my rent, I would also be saving up on my grocery expenditure. The heavens are finally smiling down on me.
We shook hands after the interview and I walked out of her office.
