It's not everyday a poor commoner like myself steps into a cafe horribly dressed for whatever occasion was taking place. I, Jayden Palmer, must have done something really detrimental to uphold such a distasteful life and not only that, I have become the center of attention to probably the most successful man ever in the universe.
Why the attention? I'm not so sure, but if he takes one daring step towards me... I might be the very first to afflict him.
After minutes of silent glances, I felt the shiver of my phone shake against my lap. After regrettably answering it, I felt my ear begin to burn hotter than a stove on high.
"I'm sorry, but I can't keep having your debt collectors ruining the apartment and causing hectic visits. Plus, you've missed too many rent payments. I'm so sorry. I wish I could help, but it's beginning to become too hard for me to manage your neglect. You have nothing else left, i ask that you leave the apartment," The phone clicked off after she gave me the worst possible news of the day.
First I lose my job, now I loose my apartment. What's next?
Tears carelessly fell over my cheeks and it became to very difficult to stay strong. Father left me to the debt collectors and has forced me to fight in the jungle of struggle. While the tears I could not hold fell, I felt the sudden tingle of something wistful brush against my messy hair. It felt calm, but dangerous.
"You're allowed to dream, you know?" This man was so close to me... face to face.
His smirk lit knowing he had the upper-hand at this moment. I was more than fearful to see Mr. Johnson smirking at me with such ludicrous eyes. His fingers taped the table while showing amusement towards a 19 year old girl in struggle.
"You work for Tera Broadcasting?" He looked from her blouse to her face that appeared a struggle and towards a binder that read Tera Inc. Project #5.
"Who wants to know?" I relaxed my back into the seat and studied the environment.
"Poise," He gestured towards me and I returned to discomfort until he reached for all my folders that were dusted from the past of Tera Broadcasting. He studied the projects within my files and his eyes widened from some information that benefit his company even more than it already has. Then he pulled out a piece of paper with his card clipped stapled to it, "I expect to see you this afternoon, Miss. Palmer,"
Wait, what? This is a job application! After examining the application i looked up to say something, but there was no one there. He had left without explaining to me what was going on. It took just those files to start a miracle. Or is this the path for the worst?