Kidnapped by my ex

If the world was like a swing, I would never wanna come back down. Going up would be a relief from life and its worries. Having a taste of heaven, but coming back down would be back to reality. Where everything reminded you of your pain, suffering and agony. Many people have it nice but as for me, Althea Roberto, I was damned to this world to suffer. From one misery to another, but what can I say “at the end of every tunnel, there is the light”? I’m still waiting for that light.

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It’s been three days without a job, without money and my landlord constantly reminding me of the rent fee. America isn’t all rosy as it’s painted to be, many suffer without a roof over their head or food in their stomach. Other are been worked over by the rich and oppressed by their money and money. And that is the only reason why I wake up every day to make a gain, I would never wanna be walked all over.

“Jessy, hurry up. We’re gonna miss the bus… again” we were going for a job interview. And Jessy my long-time best friend wasn’t a morning person. Her dark chocolate hair was a mess. She had a sexy figure that constantly had her attention from boys. Ever since high school, I was the direct opposite of her. I saw a slim figure, with brunette hair.

“I’m up. You are worse than my alarm clock. Who wakes someone before their alarm clock anyways.” She was grumpy but she was so cute. Pushing her to the bathroom with the promise of making her coffee the way she loved it. She was done within half an hour I move in next to have my morning hygiene routine. Within the hour we were both dressed and ready for the day, but we were late to catch the bus again. Running as fast as our lazy asses could carry us, with met the bus in time before it moved.

We need to exercise more. Panting was we got to the bus station at the nick of time.

“You girls are this time, I won’t wait again” he warned up, Matt was the best. We paid the fee, moving to a vacant sit. Jessy takes the sit by the window, while I sit next to her. She brings out her phone plugging in her earpiece, and puts it in for me we vibe to her music together.

The journey did take too long before we reached Johnson’s and Co. It was huge a building; the looks were intimidating enough.

“Okay, Althea you can do this. You’re the best, okay? I love you” she knew was scared She was the best thing that has happened to me since I lost my parents. She hugged me tightly

“You too, go and slay it baby girl” I knew she was scared too but she was too busy forming a hard guy. We walked into the same building but headed in two different ways. I move toward the receptionist while she moved upstairs to the accounting department. She was the best accountant I knew out there. And I knew she was gonna be the best there too.

“Good morning ma. I’m here for the interview for the personal assistant position” I smiled as politely as I could. She didn’t look up from her laptop, pointing with her freshly done manicured nails in the direction of some women and men gathered. I ignore her rude attitude and slowly walked towards the area she pointed out to me. A gentleman moved a bit for me to sit comfortably.

One by one they moved through a huge door, and one by one they came out in tears. I was shaking, I knew if I left Jessy would kill me and have my head on a platter of gold. I tried to encourage myself when I saw a lady come out crying, she broke down on the floor. I went over to hold her, when she calmed down she left the building warning me to run while I still could. I was considering the idea when…

“Althea Roberto, you’re next” my blood ran cold, and beads of sweat covered my face. I wanted to run back, everyone who enter that office came out crying even the men.

“Coming” I brace myself for the worst. Carrying my handbag with me, my knee nearly bucked together. The office was spacious as hell. My whole apartment could fit in and still have space for another room. I was in awe of the room. It had a dark, elegant, majestic feel to it. I don’t understand why they were all crying when they came out. Maybe the office was too beautiful.

“Are you done eye raping my office, if you are then don’t waste my time and take a sit” a voice from the office. I traced it with my eye, there was a big desk at the far end of the table. There he was… typing furiously on the keyboard. What is with this company and not looking up? I sit down placing my handbag beside me. I pull out an envelope with my document in it.

“Introduce yourself,” he commanded. His voice was deep and husky. But very firm and attentive, he seemed like someone who looked to brag about what they have, especially intimidating the less privileged. But I won’t let that happen to me.

“I am Althea Roberto, 22 years old. I graduated from New York College (NYC). I majored in Business Administration with, minor in consulting. I’m also to interview as your personal assistant” I wasn’t scared. I was terrified. I waited for him to ask another question or say something. The clicking from the keyboard stopped and, he finally raised his head to look me in the eye. His icy blue me my honey-brown ones. It was like he was searching my soul, looking for a weak point. I was going to let that happen.

He stood up from his throne, walking to the coffee table. I refuse to turn to where he walked to, I sat still facing his previous location. His cologne was strong, it smelt like wood ash and dust when the rain just begins.

“If you studied Business Administration, why reduce yourself to a personal assistant? Why not a company consultant or something else?” his voice ran chills down my spine. Why did I want to be an assistant? Someone they sent around to do their bidding, someone who held no importance.

With that I look at him, he was right behind me sipping his hot coffee like it was nothing. My heart jumped out of its shell.

He just stared in my eye, his face was so handsome. God must have made him on a Sunday morning drinking hot chocolate. He was too with perfect, long lash with a colourful set of eyes, a defined jawline. Just any woman’s wet dream fantasy.

“Are you done, Miss Roberto? Staring isn’t part of the job description. Maybe another time” I was staring too long, I move my eyes away looking at the black leather chair as blood rushed to my face.

“I’m sorry sir.” I sat upright not to be caught slacking again.

“That would be all Miss Roberto” he dismissed me, just like that. No ‘we will get back to you… nothing.

“Oh okay. Thank you for your time and opportunity” I picked up my bag and the envelope and on the table, walking towards the door. I felt the urge to cry, I understood why the others came out crying.

“Miss Roberto,” I halt in an instant. “Make sure you do some change of wardrobe and be here 9:00 am prompt. Any later your fired” I turned to face him, but he was back to typing on the laptop again.

“Thank you” I comport myself till I get out of the room. As soon as I leave I meet Jessy in the waiting room. Her face holding a huge smile, we both started screaming with joy.

Step one is done…