"Miss Klean, the CEO would like to see you now." The young secretary said to Varisha Klean with a warm smile and for a strange reason, whatever had caused Varisha to have doubts about this interview seems to have disappeared at this moment.
After attaining a degree in hotel management at Stanford University, Varisha was set to prove to the world that she could make it without their support.
She never got their help when she needed them anyway.
This was the first step to being the girl she was truly meant to be.
Her parents separated when she was twelve and her father was granted full custody of her and her brother because of his influence even though he was abusive both physical, verbally and sexually to both of them.
Varisha had grown up watching his father mistreating and abusing her mother and her mother only having the strength to leave fifteen years after their marriage. Tasha Klean had filed for a divorce, citing that the marriage was filled with physical and emotional abuse.
Tobi Klean her father was a control freak and always had anger management issues and he had only got worse after their mother filed for a divorce. He would always blame them Varisha and Andrew her twin brother for every misfortune that ever came his way, like how he lost his job and couldn't find a decent job, and how he couldn't get his old life back, how his life sucked, how he wasn't able to make anything out with his life and how it was all their fault. He'd always find them revolting, annoying making Varisha wonder why he wanted custody.
When Varisha and her brother turned fourteen, they ran away from home to their mother, which they had then thought was the safest place on earth until a day when they came back home from school only to find their mother, dead on the floor of her home. According to the police report, she had been shot and the killer had gotten away before the arrival of the police and although the case was opened for weeks, there was no positive outcome. Their dad had come up at the funeral, but they knew he must have had something to do with her death, Varisha knew they were young back then, but they were not dumb.
After the funeral, Tobi demanded that Varisha and Andrew return home to him and while Vary refused his offer, Andrew thought about it. According to Andrew who had been keeping a close tab on Tobi, he had begun taking counselling and already found himself a very good job and that they could use that. He also stated that they wouldn't survive on their own seeing that they were still minors and they needed a superior watch and guild so they won't get thrown into the orphanage home. Varisha refused because she knew he had not changed a bit and only going to start abusing again, Andrew didn't know about the sexual abuse and Varisha didn't want to tell him.
She knew their father hadn't changed, she knew he would soon be back to his old ways especially as soon as they returned home with him. Varisha couldn't convince Andrew to come with her and he couldn't convince her to come with him and so they separated and that was the last time she saw her twin brother and that was seven years ago.
She walks into the CEO's office as directed by the young secretary and she enters the office. The seat is turned to the window so that she can't see the face of the man in the room who is supposed to take her interview.
"Can you please close the door please?" comes the deep voice behind the desk and she nods immediately, closing the door and gripping harder on her purse in anxiety.
She had submitted her credentials at the Hilton's hotels not really expecting a call because come on it takes luck to get this chance, and someone once told her that as a woman only get above by being one of these three; being smart, knowing people in powerful places or being on your knees, but when she had gotten a call from the Hilton hotel manager asking her to come for an interview today, she knew it was her once in a lifetime chance and she had to bring all the smartness that got her straight A's throughout college to this interview.
"Are you going to just stare at the seat, or do I need to tell you to have a seat before you have a seat?" comes the same voice, except this time a little irritated. Why was he being irritated at her? Has he seen her before? And how the hell does he even know she isn't seated?
Probably the tinted glass wall has a reflection of her. She brings herself to look at the window in the hope to see him, but she does not see his face.
It's all her fault, instead of going to bed last night, she should have done her research of the man she was coming to meet today, and that way she wouldn't be here wondering what this man looks and acts like.
The man behind the chair makes an angry grunt and my heart skips, "If you're not ready for this interview, I'll not have you waste any of my time."
She shakes her head quickly like he could see her. "No, I really need this job." She admits unable to his the desperation for the job.
"Then get seated damn it, I don't have all day!" he commands and she silently obeys although she really wanted to tell him that.
'He is being a sick, arrogant jerk.'
As the thought leaves her head, he answers "If you had learnt how to control your mouth, then maybe you could have gotten a chance at this job. Now leave my office this minute."
