Pure Perfection

Chapter 7 Chapter 7- Job Searching

JULIANA'S POV

I stepped into the tall building and self consciously pulled my skirt down before apprehensively walking to the reception desk. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Hi, I'm here for my job interview at 11:00am" I said politely to the blond receptionist.

"Name?"

"Juliana Hernandez"

"Okay, I'll lead the way."

We stepped into the elevator and she went to the 9th floor.

I started fiddling with my hair nervously

"Don't be nervous, Mr Michaels isn't scary" the receptionist reassured.

I gave her a tight smile in response.

After a couple seconds we stepped out of the elevator and she led me to the waiting room.

"Mr Michaels will be here shortly" she said and walked off.

After a couple minutes, a man stepped out of his office and called my name

"Juliana Hernandez" said the man

I quickly stood up. The man was average looking with a short beard and glasses. He looked about 30 and was slightly overweight. This must be Mr Michaels.

I followed him into his office and sat in the chair opposite his.

"I'm John Michaels the owner of this company. You applied to be my secretary, yes?"

"Yes, sir"

"Why would a beautiful girls like yourself want to work as a secretary? Did modeling not make you enough money?" He said and grinned at me creepily.

I frowned at his words. I'm starting to get bad vibes from him.

"Um, no Sir, I thought this would be a good opportunity"

"Very well, what experience do you have"

15 minutes later

"I'll call you be tomorrow to let you know if you've got the job." He nodded

"Thank you, Mr Michaels" I said before leaving his office.

I quickly left the building and checked my phone for the fifth time that day.

It had been about a week since my amazing date with Tyberias and he still hadn't texted me." Like he had promised me.

Maybe he wasn't as into me as I thought he was?

I shook my head, I shouldn't jump into conclusions. Maybe I should make text first. I mean, it's 2020. What have I got to lose?

Only my pride and dignity and do I really want to come off as desperate?

Whatever. You only live once, right.

‘Hey’

There. It was don't. There was no going back now

I waited a couple minutes before checking again.

Seen

What? He's seen it? Why hasn't he replied?

I decided to give him a few more minutes to reply as I to walk home. Maybe he was thinking of a good response?

Halfway through my journey, I decided to check again.

Disappointment washed through myself as I saw the same thing as earlier.

Seen

I was so angry. I just risked my pride and texted first just for him to ignore me. What an asshole!

Whatever. I don't care. I didn't even like him that much anyway.

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I had been about a month since I applied for the job. I still remember how happy I was when I got the call that I got the job. Maybe I could start helping my mother with the bills now.

I loved my job but not so much my boss. He never misses an opportunity to flirt with me. I try not to get too grossed out each time and not to cringe too hard when he tells me a cheesy pick up line but

sometimes I don't have any control over my facial expressions.

I still haven't even thought about the asshole-who-shall-not-be-named. Or the amazing- I mean average date we shared together.

My very generous monthly pay slip came in I decided to celebrate by treating myself to a little shopping spree. I shop too much for my own good.

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I had a bag in each hand as I stopped outside Victoria's Secret. Feeling adventurous I decided to step inside, needing some new underwear.

I picked a dark red lace set that would complement my tanned skin tone and a white set to give me an innocent look, knowing I was anything but that.

I stepped into the changing room and slipped my clothes off.

I stepped into the red lingerie smiling as I looked into the mirror. I loved my body. I guess you could say I've got an hourglass figure with D-cup breasts and a large bum that I inherited from my mom.

I sighed remembering the only and last time I had had sex. It was when I was 19 with my boyfriend at the time. I cringed remembering how he only lasted about 2 minutes and failed to make me orgasm.

I sighed longingly, I wonder what it would feel like to actually orgasm during sex. I mean sure, I've orgasmed plenty of times but that was only through touching myself.

I bet Tyberias would be able to make me orgasm.

What?

No! Get him out of your head, Juliana!

I slipped out of the lingerie and put on my skinny jeans and tank top, paid and left the store.

It was sunny so I decided to walk home. I winced as I looked down at my hand seeing prominent marks from where the bags were indenting themselves into my skin

I froze when I heard footsteps approach me.

"Do you need help?"