“Hi, my name is Reece Carter, and I am the owner of Carter Buildings. I am sure you’re hear to apply for the French language translator?” He asked, as I stood there, stock still and wondering, where on earth, had I seen him before.

“Excuse me madam, are you here, or in Neverland?” He asked again, waving a hand in my face, as I stood still, while in dreamland.

Quickly recovering, I blinked, and answered his question. My, my never thought I’d disappear into another planet of space, and also at the same time, achieve the goal of embarrassing myself. On the first day of work, and I hadn’t even gotten the job yet.

Way to go K, way to go! I mentally berated myself, as the man gestured for me to sit. And then the big old round of questions started.

Soon enough, I stood up from the seat, because boy sitting down for 2 hours in the same place often had my legs in pain. Unless, other people were accustomed, then I wasn’t one of the lucky ones. How sad.

Then Mr Carter said something, once again.

“Well, you are definitely a bright and intelligent person. And you have studied French for quite some time. And you have also studied from the top academy Reussi, France. My, my what an overachiever we have!” He exclaimed, as he read through my resume, while his hand cradled his chin in a thoughtful manner.

“Well, what can I say, my parents always wanted me to do my best.” I tried to smile about it, but my parents were dead, how was I supposed to smile?

“Well, parents do want the best for their children. And I do agree with your parents, they must be a marvelous set indeed!” He said once again as he looked at me from head to toe, maybe wondering, why I looked so gloomy about my parents. Well, he doesn’t know, so what’s he going to do, other than look at me in disbelief?

Oh well, at least he isn’t giving me that pity look. Like all the others did. It was like they were making me realize, just how much I lost. Yes, I knew just how much I lost, but I also know, that my parents are in a better place. Despite, what happened to them, they will be in a safe place.

Lord knows I try to keep calm, as the owner of the building gives me a scrutinizing look. Geez, I feel like a criminal, the way he’s looking at me. Oh well, I am not afraid.

Once he’s done with my files, he quickly walks over to me, and then hands me a glass of water. It feels like a rejection. Oh well, I should try to think positive, even though there’s no positive bone in my body.

Once I drank the glass down, I looked up at him.

Then he started talking again.

“Well Ms Knight, seeing what you have done in the past and also in the recent years, I congratulate you, in honor of becoming our newest French translator! He said, as I sat there in disbelief. I mean, I wasn’t disappointed but golly, I didn’t expect to actually get the job. But thank the stars, and the good lord of course, of me getting the job.

“Thank you so much Mr Carter. I am going to do my best.” I said, as in my head, it sounded like pledge. Oh well, don’t we all say that to our boss?

“Indeed Ms Knight, indeed. I know, you will strive to do your best.” He said, as he walked out of the office.

Before reaching the door handle, he stopped and turned to face me. “And Ms Knight, work starts here at 9. And, ask the receptionist for your office. She’ll know where it is.” He said, as he stepped out of the room.

Meanwhile, I was busy celebrating in my mind. Yes, I finally got the job I craved, dreamed about every night! Woohoo!

Soon, I snapped out of my happy frenzy, and got out of the office. I needed to find that receptionist, because apparently GPS doesn’t work, to let you find your office in the building.

And nor was I good at any directions, it’s only because I got lost more quickly, than getting to the place.

Reaching the receptionist again, I asked her about my office. Soon we fell in step together, as she helped me navigate my office.

Soon, we reached the office, and boy was it marvelous! I couldn’t believe it, my very first job, and I was getting such a grand office. My, my. I was lucky as hell. Luck couldn't explain, how hard I worked for possibly, all this.

Now we can’t just all imagine what we are seeing here, right? I mean the carpet was colored gray, with a slight hue of white, soft and fluffy like a sheep’s wool. Cosy, if you couldn’t afford to sleep on the couch. Then the coffee table, next to the couch. What can I say about a table? Well, it looked like the color brown, or the inside of a coffee cup when finished. Such irony, I swear. And then the couch itself. My, it matched the color of the office walls. Black, like the darkest sky. Black, like the emptiness of the soul inside. Black, when you felt so claustrophobic that it seemed, like the world was weighing heavily upon you. And black, the color of your life, when all else seemed torn apart.

I should seriously consider being an artist, what with the description of the color black. Onto the other furniture. The desk which I was soon to occupy and do my best on, seemed so far away from where I stood. It seemed, as if I would have to cross a bridge of hard work and determination to get to it.

Although in reality, it was 2 meters away from, where I was standing. I know I should really stop exaggerating, but it’s family genes, love. What you gonna do? Just kidding. Anyway, the desk was covered, but in a neat pile filled with papers. My, my. I felt like I was in some old historian’s cove. Papers, papers, papers everywhere. Looks like the old french translator had quite a lot of work to do, but was a slack.

Oh well, the fun thing is, I am much of an organizer. Such a fun thing, right? I mean the only thing I am so fun about, is organizing, and also writing stories in free time. I really need to get a life.

Oh well, as we speak about the chair that me the very high and mighty french translator was going to have a chance at sitting in the chair, it had a very interesting color. Like the chair had a leather exterior, but coated in metallic black. It was as if the purpose was to scare the other person, the intern most probably, out of their basic wits.

Oh well, I am not much of a power feeder, or investor. I still like the idea of being kind to others, but when people mess with me, they should really consider their options. After all, who says standing back up is a small feat, compared to another human being who dares to mess with me? It’s a big leap for me. That chair fit the description of a royal throne, one you could easily slump into, have  it not for the company.

Lastly the walls of the office. As I said earlier, the walls had a very interesting tinge of white, creamed along the surfaces of the gray ceiling from head to foot down. Surely, it had a professional look. But if I was like other translators, I would’ve complained on the color. But I am not, therefore this fact is beneficial to the rest. Overall, the room looked marvelous to the eye, and I couldn’t wait to start tomorrow, in this grand office, which I was soon to call mine. Oh, I just, couldn’t wait!

“Well Ms Knight, I hope you like the office.” Said the receptionist, looking towards the office, then at me.

“Well, I certainly like how it looks, I am definitely up for working here.” I said to her in an excited manner, almost resembling a child receiving a new toy.

“Well, that’s good to hear. Why don’t I take you to the lobby and then you can call a taxi, and then enjoy the rest of your day?” She asked me, and I was quite surprised.

Maybe she isn’t that bad. I thought, as we then went into the elevator, and all the way down, we had a pleasant conversation. I learnt that she had been married for 10 years, and had two kids, one girl and a boy. Wow, they definitely represent a stereotypical family, what with the obvious children gender. But at least, they are happy. And she learnt, how I had graduated uni, me and my friends, and the frenzy of trying to find a job.

I couldn’t tell her about my family life. It’s too hard trying to be positive, while digging up memories. Memories that hurt you the most, that wish to forget but still have fresh in your mind, as if that day or night had just occurred. I didn’t want to forget how it happened, but I also didn’t want to keep it there, hindering me from trying to be positive, after such an event.

Soon we reached the lobby. It seemed empty, compared to when I came in the morning. Almost it seemed, as if the people had vanished. It was as empty as a ghost town. Too bad, the chatter still went on. What? I like my environment quiet.

Anyway, the receptionist then went into her office, and got me the keys to the large, luxurious office. Oh, it feels like a dream. But maybe it isn’t.

Then I went on my way. I guess I needed a walk in order to clear my head, and arrange my thoughts. Seemed like I was going to pass out on the floor, seeing that office. Maybe I am exaggerating, but that trait runs in the family. For example, my father used to boast about about being attacked by a 200ft Shark in Lake Rotorua. Though honestly, there are no sharks there. So therefore, it was a lie, compared to what he could’ve actually said.

I don’t know what to think. Maybe it seems impossible, that the same job I was trying for and studying for many years, finally paid off. Though, at the time I wish I agreed. Stupid teen thoughts, about failing school, and possibly working in McDonald’s. Not a bad idea though.

I then reached home, and did my usual routine. Because let’s face it, you have too many responsibilities, and you don’t have any parents, it becomes harder to manage on your own.

Once I was done with what I had to do, I decided to call the girls. One by one, and if they were quick, it only had to be one. Because the rest of the girls were pretty much more in contact, then I was with them. You would think that having friends, I would have much more contact. Constantly texting, messaging. Well, that isn’t the truth.

More like I am besides myself, with social life. And how I utterly loathe it at times. Sure I have awesome friends by my side, but it seems too often, that I feel miserable, and that I would contact them all, but I would feel like an inconvenience. I have too much of self-respect, to constantly ask my friends’ help for everything else. I used to have trust issues with people. Meaning, that I couldn’t trust what the person was doing in front of me, and I wouldn’t believe their motive, despite them trying to assure me.

It’s a bad habit, but at times you can’t help it. No matter how much people say, they can help you, sometimes it doesn’t look like that. Sometimes you have to be left alone, and left alone to realize, that how much pushing away others can hurt. My friends always at first interacted, and they didn’t stop talking to me, despite me constantly pushing them away. But they soon pushed past my barrier, and talked to me truly. There and then, I knew they were to be my only and true best friends.

Anyway, enough dwelling on history. I, then called Kate, because she was the fastest in contacting the rest of my friends, if I needed them.

“Hey Kate.” I said to her, when she received the call.

“Hey yourself K, how are you?” She asked me, as the phone connection shuffled. Maybe she was moving to somewhere quiet, to talk to me.

“ I am good. Listen, I have exciting news for all of you. Call the rest of the girls, would you, while I arrange something for us.” I said, while she was berating at me through the phone, badgering me about what the news was.

“Patience Kate, patience. Ever heard of it?” I asked her, since I was starting to get irritated with my best friend here.

“No I never did, and I never will, so tell me what’s the news?!” She badgered me again, this time with more persistence.

“Ugh Kate, you behave like you’re 4 years old. Geez woman, you’re 22 years old. Behave like you actually are, otherwise I will drop off you at kindy.” I finally lost it, but I didn’t want to ruin it, as I still had to talk to the girls.

“Fine girl fine, sorry to have annoyed you.” She apologized, and I felt a bit bad. Because it was mainly her curiosity, and I have a tendency to lose it.

“I am sorry too. Now, I hope you wouldn’t mind, calling the girls?” I asked, hoping to cheer her up a bit.

“Sure hon. Sure. “She said, sounding a bit happier.

After talking to Kate and getting her story on her life, I then ended the call. Then heading into my bedroom, I thought to change into something comfortable, since dressing professional was so much discomfort, but so much disciplined, and in action.

It almost seemed like I didn’t care about the job, or I was high in the sky, walking with so much confidence on the floor. It wasn’t even on purpose.

I mean you can make people have different opinions on you. Such as a scared human being, constantly bullied, and not ready to fight. But it could also mean as a different purpose, that maybe I was ready to fight, but still there was hesitation. But my purpose was, a hidden way to fight. You fight, but you don’t let others know.

And as for Mr Reece Carter and the job, oh those were wonderful memories. There were a lot of things to wonder about. Like his age. And whether he was handsome as hell.

Oh, he was a good person. I could tell. I searched him up on Google too, (don’t question my abilities to hunt down a person). It said he is 30 years old, has two kids, a boy and a girl, and a lovely wife. Both had come from Spain.

The doorbell rang then, dragging me out of my train of thoughts.

Must be the girls. I thought, as I scurried out of my place, and hurried to open the door. Meanwhile on the other side, I could hear Kate’s voice.

“I swear, this girl’s place is like a safe. Kiana, are you alive or dead?!” She said with frustration, knocking loudly on the door.

“I am coming, geez woman you have no patience, you’re like running for a marathon, the way that impatience is showing!” I said frustrated, because if Kate had kept up her act, then my door would have been knocked down like a soldier in a battle, and the one paying would be me.

“Hey girl, it’s been long.” She said excitedly, as she literally strangled the life out of me, with that big burly hug.

“Yes...Kate let go of me, I am struggling to breath...here.” I cried out, as Kate then realized, how blue I was turning because of no air.

“Aww shucks Kiana, I completely forgot, my hugs are a bit too much.” She said sheepishly, as she glanced at the rest of us.

“Your house is so big, I wonder you don’t get lost.” Asked Chanel, as she looked around, and widened her eyes at some of the unusual things.

“Well, what’s the news, that you oh so very much craved to tell us all.” Asked Roxy, looking at me in suspicion.

“The news is….I got the JOB!!” I cried out enthusiastically, as I was engulfed with hugs from all three of my friends.

“Congrats K, we all knew you could do it!” Said Roxy, glancing at me and giving me a wink.

Then with this happy news, we all sat down, and enjoyed the rest of our time. But I didn't want to say anything else yet, to ruin anything.