Not Giving Up!.

Her eyes were still narrowed, and I was still standing at the door, (should I come in or should I just head back, after telling her all the nonsense)... the silence still enveloped the air.

A small smirk broke on her face and her hand elegantly gestured towards the empty chair. (I think she wants me to sit, I wouldn't want me to sit after the stunt that I pulled) I moved forward and sat on the chair in front of the most picturesque table I have seen (this is impeccable)

" Miss Emma, are you alright?" her voice so smooth and elegant, it is definitely the Italian accent she has.

"urmm... yeah... I think... or maybe not?" I say stuttering and clammy (superb, way to go if I could worst than this then I surely deserve an award) so instead I continue " I think, I am just shocked, I mean, I did think I would get in and yet here I am with a rejection in hand so... I think I need some time to process it that is all" I answer more confidently this time.

" Well, good to see a person who acknowledges one's own fault and strives to fix it (pause) more than just a pretty face that means" she smiles genuinely.

(Pretty face? okay? sure I have the lightest brown hair you can find and striking green eyes, adding to it, a proportionate body with curves full at the right places. I am surely not petite like Rasta but hey, I would certainly not call myself pretty faced either)

I just look at her wide eyed, maybe she realised I haven't heard that before so she asks "Has no-one ever complimented you on your looks before?"

" I have certainly heard the everyday compliments on looking nice but not particularly on any aspect of mine" I blush slightly saying that. This conversation has certainly taken a weird turn.

" Good then" she starts to ruffle up some papers on her desk. (Good? what does that mean? I will pull on my hair, I need straight words and answers) reading my mind she says " Well to answer on your performance today I would say, that is not how it usually goes no? but let's make an exception today and let's say we hire you... what benefit does the company get from it?"

Great now maybe I can answer, " I did have a good track record with my grades and more than that I am only a internee but then again I do have some knowledge of the ins and outs of the fashion industry as I have modelled occasionally and have worked closely with a friend, so I hope that experience helps as well"

I look to her and she has a small smile on her face and she extends her hand and I take it without thinking, " hmm... then see you on Monday"

" Is that it?" ( oh shoot I said that out loud didn't I )

she chuckles and nods, she walks to the door and gestures to the front desk, I walk beside her and move forward toward the desk and she smiles and gives me some more papers to read on and sign and return them back.

So that is it, I did it, I got in, but even I am not that naive to believe things would be a bed of roses here. I just hope they are not a bed of thorns though. exiting the door I remembered I didn't even ask her name, will definitely ask later.

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Who is the lady? Will Emma prevail? or is this another obstacle? to the next chapter

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