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Selena’s POV:

“Jeez! Would you watch where you walk for a change?!” The hot brown content snakes down my shirt and skirt, drawing out a monster on me. Why am I always met with such accidents?

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to… I was on my… Let me help you.” A nice lady in her early forties says, flustered on the event she caused, looking for something in her purse to give me.

“I-It’s okay… Sorry for yelling… I’m about to have an important meeting and this happens...” I take a napkin from a near empty table and I’m trying to clean myself a bit while the woman gives me one, too. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m really sorry. It’s my fault. I was reading my emails and didn’t see you. Here, let me pay for the cleaning.” She gets her wallet out, trembling a bit. That’s strange. I know I have a killer look when I get mad, but I’m not a pulling-out-hair bitch. She didn’t see me? I’m no skinny one. I’m a 16 size for some loose ‘fabrics’ and 18 for others. Whatever… She looks nice and sorry.

“No, I don’t need that. Thank you. Let’s forget about it. I’m late for my meeting. Bye-bye.” I give her a quick smile and start to the café’s toilet to see the damage in plain sight. The lady’s saying something to me in the background, but I don’t have time for other apologies and pleads for amends.

I enter the bathroom like a storm, scaring a young lady that is grooming at the mirror. I shoot a smile at her. “Someone spilled coffee on me.” I say like she cares about that. She gives me a weird look, packs her things and goes out, leaving me alone. “Jesus Christ! How am I going to clean all this?” My shirt, the front of my suit jacket, and skirt in diagonal are a mess. I’ve seen it earlier, but to see it in the mirror it’s pure horror. My phone is buzzing. “Great! Just great!” I get out my phone from my purse. It is Marta, my secretary. Yeah, I’m a Marketing Manager at a big company, Donahue Estate Development. It’s my first month and meeting a big client today. He’s such a big of a client that some other four managers from our company are going to attend the meeting. I take the call, fanning under my lips.

“You’re running late! The client is here! Jesse’s in heats around him! The Big Wolf is asking for you to take the meeting for presentation! Where are you?” The Big Wolf is our 34-year-old playboy CEO. A muscled model with fine Greek God features, wavy black short hair, hazel eyes and exciting every girl that lays eyes on him. He’s always in an expensive tailored suit. Not me though. Jesse is the Planning Manager and the one that must have all the hot guys. The client must be hot.

“I’m at the coffee shop across the street. Haven’t slept all night, working. And someone spilled her entire coffee all over me. What am I going to do?” I send another look into the mirror, giving me cold shivers down my spine.

“What? Are you kidding? You should be here in five! They’re on to the meeting room!” She’s freaked out. If I lose my chair, she’s out, too. I hired her.

“But he’s earlier! It’s seven-thirty! The meeting was at eight!” I’m sure it’s at eight.

“I sent you a message last night. They changed it at seven-thirty. The guy is apparently besties with the Big Wolf, and they want to go and see a new land for investment together, after the meeting. Oh!” Why am I getting angry at this pause? “I didn’t send you the...”

“Marta?!” She always does that! She’s young and she’s learning. She’s 21 and having a new boyfriend. She’s aloof, making everything hard for me sometimes. But she’s diligent to learn, so I don’t want to fire her.

“Sorry! I’ll make some excuses and you come as fast as you can!” And she abruptly ends the call. No, she didn’t!

My head is spinning, I’m sweating, and I could kill someone for real at this point. I’m still in the ‘testing’ period on my position. I haven’t had problems so far, but this could be one. I take my purse and go out of the bathroom, on through the tables, turning around some heads at my sight for how I look with all the coffee on me, and go out. I really don’t feel embarrassment at this point. I see a clothes shop nearby and that’s my target.

“Hi!” I approach the lady there who gives me a weird look all over. “Do you have women’s suits like this one?” I’m pointing at the one I’m wearing.

“Not one that would be on your size, unfortunately.” I hate it when they say that. At least she doesn’t flash me the grimace of ‘you are fat’. “But we do have some casual clothes that might fit you well.” That’s a savior right there. “Would you want to try them?”

“Of course! Just give them to me! I’m pretty late for an important office meeting! I really need your help!” I kind of yell a bit because I feel like I’ll faint if I’m too late for the meeting. She gives me a warm smile.

“Follow me then.” She takes me to the changing room. “Wait here. I’ll bring them right away. Any preferred color?”

“Black or dark blue. Thank you so much!” I smile at her with all my face but having a drummed heart.

After a few minutes, she comes back with black leggings in an office style, a black top having a dropped cleavage, office style again, and an over the bottom black jacket with one golden button to close it. Fine material and trendy for businesswomen. I wonder if I’ll fit in those and how much are those going to cost. Never mind. I’ll try them.

I dress up in a minute, at least that’s what I want to think it has been, and look at myself in the mirror.

“Can I see it?” The lady says outside the changing cabin. I open the door for her to give me the look. “Wow! You’re so hot in those! You look amazing! Why do you wear that ugly suit?! That’s a keeper on you!” She puts her hands over her mouth like she is Cinderella’s Godmother and genuinely smiling over my transformation. Yeah, I look pretty hot for my figure. Don’t you think I’m the kind that has bulging fat. No. I have a defined S-shape figure (though I’m fat as I’m no Victoria Secret Angel), with a cute butt out, some breasts, not big ones, but they’re there, thick thighs and nice legs overall. I’m not a model, I know, but I’m OK. I do have a bit of belly out.

“So, I’m passable?” I really don’t want to make a wrong impression in the company, going out there with my fat screaming through my clothes. I do see it’s a perfect match on me, but a second, more objective, opinion is always welcomed.

“You’re more than passable! You look like on a magazine! But let your hair loose like this and you’re a doll!” She takes out my hair band and arranges my hair. “There! Everything’s perfect now!”

“Great! I trust and thank you! Let me pay it quickly!” I give her my dirty clothes as she has asked me and go with her at the cashier’s desk. She puts my clothes in a shopping bag, takes the tags from the clothes on me, registers and swipes my credit card. Well, office credit card. I’ll have the accountant take a hit-and-run over me, but I’ll deal with that later.

“Here you go! Wish you good luck on your meeting!” She gives me everything and smiles.

“Thank you! Hope it will go well! You have a coffee from me later! Bye!” I rush out like crazy from the store and send a glance on my phone. 7:55. Shit!

In five minutes, I’m at the elevator to go to my office’s floor which is the tenth floor. The receptionist and the security guard say ‘hello’, but I just wave at them as I’m super late. Finally, I’m at my floor with Marta waiting for me at the elevator with my file and laptop.

“Give me those. Here’s everything. The Big Wolf is upset. I’ll be there, too. Go!” She gives me a look with a smirk when she realizes what I’m wearing and pushes me to go. “He’s not going to be so upset anymore.” She grins. He’s going to be murderous in stares… I fucking know that… And the yelling will be present… It’s how he is… It’s my fucking luck for the day seemingly… Yeah…

I go with quick steps to the meeting room, already hearing Jessie’s high-pitched voice, sweet-talking what I think is the client. I knock on the door and enter. Everyone stops talking and all eyes are on me. Derek Donahue, our CEO, has the chair with its back at the door.

“It’s about damn time you…” And he turns around with the chair to criticize me but stops at the sight of me, scanning me from head to toes. I know… Sorry…