didn’t like her.
She didn’t stop sobbing even when she got home and fell onto her bed, tears still pouring down her face.
Nicole replayed the interview with Red Jameson over and over in her mind, dissected every verbal exchange and tried to make sense of it. What had changed his mind so quickly? Was it her saying she didn’t believe his story about the kidnapping? Or was it when he looked her over and found her wanting?
She stripped off her expensive Prada clothing, angrily tossing it all on the floor of her room.
Luckily, Danielle wasn’t home yet, so she didn’t have to deal with the questions that would surely come from her nosey roommate.
Nicole stood in her bra and panties, mascara running down her cheeks, hair a mess.
She looked at herself in the mirror. No wonder he doesn’t want me, she thought. I’m disgusting. My body isn’t like that blonde receptionist’s body. I don’t have the face of a Vogue model.
She’d been rejected by the most charismatic, powerful man she’d ever met. A man who she considered to be an idol, a celebrity. And what made it worse was the feeling that she’d been so close. Everyone there had liked her. She’d made it through the thousands of resumes, and then the phone interview, and even the three department members she’d met with.
They’d all approved of her, until him. Until Red Jameson himself had shot her down. As if he could smell her shame and failure and unimportance. He’d laughed her out of the office, if you wanted to get right down to it.
For the first time in her life, Nicole was so angry, so full of rage and despair that she literally didn’t know what to do. She was frozen in place. Eventually, she picked up her cell phone and checked to see if she’d gotten an email, voicemail, anything.
When she hadn’t, for a brief moment she considered smashing her cell phone against the wall. Why not? Who would she want to speak with after this horrible failure?
It would make a good excuse to avoid everyone.
Sorry, mom, I couldn’t call you and tell you how things went at the interview. My phone’s broken.
It was crazy, but it might just be worth it, she thought, hefting the cell phone in her hand and considering the implications of its demise. Se34 And that’s when it started to buzz.
She turned it over and stared at it, mesmerized. It was buzzing just in time, as if it had known it was about to be launched and destroyed in mere seconds.
The number just said private, but she answered anyhow. “Hello?”
“I’m looking for Nicole Masters,” the male voice said.
“This is.” She held her breath.
“Red Jameson here.”
She literally could not speak. Why on earth would Red Jameson be calling her on her cell phone? There were a million people who made more sense. The HR rep, even Glen Goldman made more sense that the CEO of the company.
“Are you still there?” he asked.
“Yes…Yes…I’m just surprised.”
“We’ve decided to hire you for the internship position.”
“Oh.” She was so stunned that this was literally the only word that came out of her mouth. Oh. She sounded like she couldn’t possibly care less.
“Are you still interested?” he asked, sounding slightly amused now.
“Of course,” she rushed. “Oh my god, I’m…you have no idea how excited I am.”
“As are we. I think you’re going to do big things in this industry.”
She could feel her face growing hotter as the seconds passed. And then she realized that she was still naked. On the phone with the billionaire mogul, Red Jameson, stark naked!
“I can’t thank you enough, sir.”
“Can you start tomorrow?”
“Absolutely!”
He sighed deeply. “Good, Nicole.” There was a long pause. “Oh, and by the way…”
“Yes?”
“Those Prada shoes. You don’t need to go broke buying fancy outfits to come to work for me. Just wear something tasteful, but affordable. The expensive stuff will come in due time.”
“Yes sir.” She fell backwards
Christina Leigh Pritchard