Perfect yet imperfect

I search for my phone, hearing it ring loudly and when I finally find it, I sit up straight in my chair with a smile. I hadn't gotten a phone call in a while.

"Are you Emmalyn Smith?" A woman with the prettiest sounding voice asks.

"Yes ma'am, that is I." "And you spoke to a man about an interview, correct?"

I can't believe he considered the idea of hiring me "Yes ma'am, about three days ago."

"Mr. Foreman said you are approved for an interview for today." I gasp,

"Oh goodness gracious."

"Is that a yes, miss?"

"Why yes, of course, I am just shocked.

I didn't think he would keep the card, let alone give me an interview. You see, the other day I-"

"Ma'am." I shake my head and get back to the subject at hand.

"Yes! Yes, that is a yes."

"Great, your interview is scheduled for eleven this morning." The lady with the pretty voice gives me the address and his room number and I smile.

"Thank you so much! Bless your heart!"

She hangs up after I say this and I put my phone down. I dance around horribly in front of my bed in excitement.

After I grow tired, I stop and flop on the bed. I begin thinking of my parents and how happy they would be right now, I was finally going to be able to pay off their debts. Without even realizing it, tears begun dripping down my face and I just let it flow as I take in the quiet house that use to be full of so much laughter and joy. I miss them.

I thought before drifting off to sleep. I have a job interview tomorrow and I have, I need to nail it. I needed to hurry since it was already ten thirty and the address the lady gave me was sort of far from where I lived.

After grabbing my bag and putting my sandals on, I take my blue coat that matched the blue dress I was wearing and stuff a sandwich in my bag before tossing it over my shoulder.

I had to skip school for this, so I hope it was worth it and that I get the job. After turning all the lights off, I close the door behind me and get inside the truck. As I try to start it, it makes a weird noise and doesn't turn on. I hit my head on the wheel, making the honk go off.

"Oh, come on, don't do this to me, Betsy. Please work for mama." I didn't have the money to pay to get it fixed, so it wasn't like I could do much.

I decided to try the trick My Dad once taught me. I take the key out and put it back in, turning it in the same position ten times in a row before stopping.

I wait for about five minutes and try starting it again. I smile and pump a fist into the air when the engine finally starts.

After kissing the wheel multiple times I say, "Thank you Betsy, thank you! See, this is why mama loves you."

I turn on the radio and let my favorite station play as I drive to the coffee shop first. I wanted to get Mr. Boss a muffin and coffee to start the day with the rest of the money I had left.

Everyone loves muffins and coffee, right? Once I have successfully got the coffee and muffin, I make my way to the place. I get there soon and check my phone to see I am fifteen minutes late. Oh shucks. I place my bag over my shoulder and get out of the car. After locking it, I stare at the tall building in awe.

I had only seen tall and expensive looking buildings and shops as I drove here, but this one topped all of them. This neighborhood was far more good looking than mine.

Our carbuncled, burned-out, low-rise buildings were no match for their brownstone, high- rise and ionic buildings. I felt out of place as I stepped into the building.

Women wore pricey stilettos with even more expensive outfits, compared to my worn out sandal and twenty fifteen dress from Burlington. I didn't belong at all. That is quite alright though. Everyone is not supposed to be the same. I smile and prepare myself for the interview. I had practiced a few things in the car, so I knew I was going to nail this. Besides, I brought muffins! It wasn't long before I found the man's office number.

I say a short prayer before knocking three times. "Come on." I hear him grumble. I step inside with a smile and hold my hand out for him to shake.

"Hi! Good morning, m-"

"Take a seat, Ms. Smith." I listen and take a seat at the chair in front of the desk he is sitting behind.

As I look closer at him, I see just how attractive he is.

The grumpy man wore his hair in a hard part, pressed with gel that made his hair shine. A medium length stubble rested on his sharp jawline as well.

But the part that had me blushing was his eyes. Eye bags rested underneath his emerald colored eyes looking as if he hadn't slept in weeks. I had never seen such beautiful yet mysterious eyes.

Everyone had pretty eyes, but his had me mesmerized.

"Ms. Smith?" He says sternly, waiting for me to reply. I hadn't even realized he had asked me something.

"You have real nice eyes." I say and he doesn't reply. There was something about him that had my feet tingling and heart racing just looking at him.

I had only been with one man my entire life, and he certainly wasn't like this. I had been talking to this guy my age on the internet for about three months. Now, looking back on it, that probably wasn't my best idea. One day, he decided to meet with me and I was thrilled. He came by and convinced me to give him my virginity. He had promised me a relationship and everything before that.

But after that morning, he blocked me on everything and I never saw him again. This man is nothing like that, though. He was merely a boy, but he was a man. A very attractive man at that.

I giggle at my thoughts and he rolls his eyes, "The interview will begin now, Ms. Smith."

"Wait!" I handed him the coffee I had sat on his desk and the muffin from my bag.

"I brought you breakfast." He stares at the coffee and muffin with the same frown he has had since I met him.

I bet he'd look just adorable if he smiled. "I didn't ask for this." He says.

"I know, but everyone loves coffee and muffins." He pushes it back to me,

"I don't want it."

"It's all right, you can take it, Mr. Boss!" I say, pushing it back to him.

"No."

"Yes."

"No." I pushed it back to him.

"Please, I spent the rest of my money on it. Oh please take it, Mr. Boss."

He stares at the muffin, then at me, then back at the muffin before accepting it and I smile happily.

"I don't want the coffee." He grumbles.

"Thank you." I take my glasses out of my bag and put them on.

"These are only reading glasses." I say, adjusting them.

"I didn't ask." He replies and opens the muffin. As he begins eating, I decide to eat my sandwich, taking the crusts off before taking a bite.

There was nothing like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I finish quickly and laugh, staring at Mr. Boss. "You like muffins a lot, don't you? It's not going anywhere, you know?" I say, watching him devour the meal.

He looks up at me as if remembering I am here and wipes his mouth, throws the muffin in the trash next to him, and sits up straight.

"The only reason you are even in this building is because you need to pay me back for crashing into my porch."

"I underst-"

"Let's start. What is your experience in working, Ms. Smith?"

"I've had about seven jobs since I was sixteen."

"Education?"

"I'm in my senior year."

He looks at me in shock, "Then why aren't you in school right now?"

"I'm having this job interview with this grumpy bossy boss, Mr boss" I said and giggled.

"You're supposed to be in school" he says sternly.

"I really, really need the job, sir" I say pitifully.

"But why? You're supposed to be in class, learning"

"I'm on debts, Mr boss" I say and he looked at me bewildered.

"What do you mean debts?"

"Well, you see...my parents died in a plane crash few months ago, I'm trying to pay off their debts, Mr boss. I also want to pay the bills" And for the first time since I saw him three days ago, his eyes displayed emotions for the first time, he felt pity for me.

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss" he says sympathetically.

"It's okay" I say and waved him off.

"But how do you plan on doing a full time job when you're still in school?"

"Uhm..." I actually haven't thought of that.

"I was hoping I can get a part time thing-"

"And you thought of working for a company?" He says as if I'm the stupidest person he's ever met.

"Well-"

"It's okay, we'll think of something and get you something more suitable" he says with the littlest smile I've ever seen him with.

"Really?" I asked extremely happy. He nodded his head and I had an ear-to-ear grin

"thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you"

"Your resume is horrible by the way" he says and my face falls.

Oh

"You're hired. You'd be my personal assistant for whenever you're not at school. Don't annoy me as much as you already do right now, come on time, and you might last longer than a week."