Awakening to the sound of the alarm next to the bed, I realize that I must go into city today. Having a job interview with this big company.
Nervously, I think about my endeavor for the day. I had heard that the boss is really stern and strict. That everything must be exactly right, or you will reprimanded. Not even sure that I want to work for such a strict boss, but knowing that I need the job.
I look around to find something suitable to wear. Finally after almost an hour of searching, I find a blue tailored dress. Along with its collar jacket top that crosses the front in a V. Fitted at the waist, and smooth over the hips, the hem is just below my upper thighs.
Placing the dress against me, "Not to conservative, not to provocative, this will work."
Getting dressed thinking how badly I need this job. Then remembering what I have heard about the boss. Worried, that I may not get the job to begin with. Knowing well that being a secretary I can do, and since there are no other jobs available… I thought I would give it a shot.
And so, I begin my journey to the city. Not sure of where I am to go. I haven't been in this town for long. Finally I find it the building.
Parking my car in the basement garage. Walking to the elevator, pressing the arrow going up. Wouldn't you know that the boss's office would be on the top floor. This scares me in itself, since I am afraid of heights.
Nervously, I stand there waiting for the elevator to open, adjusting my outfit with my now damp hands. Finally the elevator light goes on, as the doors open and I enter. As the doors are about ready to close, I hear, "Hold that elevator."
Holding the button to keep the elevator door from shutting, I see this gorgeous figure of a man. Breathing heavy, from having to sprint across the basement into the awaiting elevator.
Standing in his blue tailored suit, breathless with a radiant smile "Thanks, I was afraid I had missed it."
Grinning I ask, "What floor please?"
"Fifteenth."
Thinking to myself, he must be one of the administrators. Only the higher ups are on that floor. Too bad he isn't the boss, my mind wanders with a grin on my lips.
The elevator begins to move, glancing at you, I see that you are looking at me as well. We both smile. It seems that your smile, is so intoxicating so inviting, that it takes my breath away.
Suddenly the elevator stops. We wait for the doors to open, seconds pass, turning into minutes, and the door doesn't open.
I turn to you wearily, "I think we are stuck!"
Opening the small door that reads emergency as you lift the phone, waiting for maintenance to pick up their end. "Hello, this John Patrick. I am in elevator number 5, I think that we have a problem." explaining that the elevator is stuck between floors. As you hang up the service phone, you turn to me and smile. Telling me that they are "Experiencing some difficulties," that this elevator was suppose to be shut down last night but, for some reason the maintenance guy didn't do it. That the service operator said, "That it could be hours before it will be in running order again."
Thinking to myself. What am I going to do? I have a job interview with the top man of this company. I really need this job, and I can't get to it! Someone will be interviewed in my place.
You see the look of worry cross my face, as you try to make me feel at ease. Introducing yourself,"Hi, I'm John Patrick."
With a smile I say, "I overheard." Holding out my hand, "Hi, my name is Leah Barrett, pleased to meet you." You reach out to my hand, I feel the strength in your touch and it sends chills throughout my body. Thinking to myself, Leah, get a grip. How can this man, with his gorgeous body and face touch you once, and your body react this way? I laugh to myself.
You ask me, about myself, trying to make me feel at ease, as I begin to tell you that I am a single woman that has recently been divorced. That I have just moved to this city, trying to find a job so that I can make it on my own.
You begin to tell me that you have lived here all your life and that you have been with this company, "For ages," as you put it. That you felt this company was one of the best to work for.
Smiling I think back to what people had told me about the tyrant of a boss. How this man didn't appear in the slightest, to be anything like what had been described of the top man of this company. That's when I realized this man could not be the CEO of the company.
Time seemed to be at a stand still with no indication that the elevator was being fixed. That worried look crosses my face again and you move closer to me, my head tilted down looking at the floor as the insecurities begin to set in.
Closer you move to me, slowly, not to frighten me, but to comfort me. Placing your fingers to my jaw line, while you move my head upward so that my eyes are looking into yours.
Tears begin to well up in my eyes, as you look at me with tenderness and whisper, "Everything will be ok." With a smile you ask, "Are you afraid to be in this elevator, or is it something else?" Your soothing way, eases my nerves, and I begin to relax some.
I exclaim, "I am ok, just a little insecure sometimes about myself, and my abilities. That I will be fine." I thank you for your concern.
With a brilliant smile," Ma'am I don't know who has filled your head with such lies but you seem quiet capable of doing whatever it is that you set out to do."
I agree and apologize for my little episode of insecurity.
We begin to talk about our homes, families, the weather, just small conversation, but in my mind I keep feeling your fingers on my jaw line, the electricity that filled my body at that moment. I smile to myself, as you look at me, with a kind of amazement.
"Oh, I am sorry I didn't hear you. What is it you said?"
