It was early in the morning and I did not prepare myself for all the work. We only had so many people and ovens to bake the goods for Louis. I look at the clock and see that we had a while until we needed to deliver but I felt pressured. I didn't want to be late, especially since he probably would tip us good. I bit my lip as time only now could pass for all the goods to bake and hesitated for doubt.
As we finished the last batch, we shuffled through the van to get it inside quickly and speed to the address. We pull up to a very tall building, read Styles Inc. in front entrance. I call Louis only to be greeted by anger,
"You're late" he hissed in the phone.
He hangs up, leaving me to assume he's coming to help. He comes out, dress in a light grey suit with brown shoes with the same hairstyle from yesterday. He wore ray ban sunglasses and looked sharp. He surely knew how to look good. He hold two boxes and speeds to the elevator.
I walk in, amazed by the structure and decor of the building. It had white tiles all over the floor but the walls were painted black. A fountain was in the middle of the room while the doors all were made of class. We head into a silver elevator and go up to the 15th floor. There was up to 60 floors.
We follow Louis to a corridor full of doors on each side of the walls. Each were labeled with numbers and illuminated shiny, rich, dark brown wood. We walk into the room all the way at the end and reveal a large room. A dozen tables were set and some people were sat in the middle of a very long table. Some old, some young. They all looked sharp, like Louis.
It made me feel out of place for being in this room of rich, smart people. Louis announces that there are goods here if anyone wanted some. I figured that this was only one third of all the people showing up to this place. I try to follow Louis back to the truck was stopped,
"Stay here and help serve people. I already have others getting the rest of the goods. Here's the payment".
I look into my hand to see a check for a large amount of money. He gave a very big tip and I was shocked. But I couldn't be because he was rich. I explain to others about certain goods as their interest showed satisfaction. I was pleased with all their manners and how well they complimented me.
After the last box of goods, Louis walks us out and thanks us. I tell him no big deal but then begins to ask me questions about myself. I become suspicious into thinking that he actually likes me. I realize after awhile, he admits that his boss had a job opening.
"He wants you to come in tomorrow around lunch time for an interview. I suggest you take this offer as he doesn't look for new employees", he told.
I keep silent for a moment. My mouth was slightly open and couldn't contain my shock. Me? But how could he even know who I am?
"Uh, yeah, sure" I stammer.
He smiles and gives me another card with my name on it. He tells me to not be late and walks back into the building. It said I had an appointment with Mr.Styles at 12:30pm on the 25th floor. My heart pumped hard against my chest as I was still amazed at the offer. I get in the truck and tell Calum all about it. He keeps quiet, hinting he wasn't pleased with the offer.
"Are you sure you want to even go? What if the pay isn't even that good?" He replies.
I shrug my shoulders and tell him it must be high. I exaggerate the look of the building and payment we received. He frowns but suggests to try. I hug him while driving and smile brightly. I felt nervous yet excited at the same time.
We drive back to the bakery and continue working. It was hard to keep focus throughout the day but I managed to finish it. I rush to the hospital after work and talk to Mother.
"I was given an interview for tomorrow, Mom.. Hopefully I get the job. We won't struggle anymore after this. I promise to continue doing whatever it takes to have you here".
I grip her hand tightly and kiss it. I look at her once more and try to hold back tears. This was a sign. That things are going to get better and I have to go through the motions for this to all work out. I couldn't mess up. Don't mess up, Colette.
Sorry another short chapter but I have to leave out the good details for later chapters! What do you guys think so far? Comment and vote please (: