The Lost One (Lost Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

Hopefully, today is my lucky day, I think as my stomach begins swarming with butterflies at the thought of today’s interview. The meeting today is with Case Constructions, a building development company, as a Personal Assistant to the head honcho. I know there will be plenty of other worthy applicants. Here’s hoping.
    Then there is Liam, smart, sexy, funny Liam. I get a little heart flutter thinking about him. We met on my first night out on the town with Flick. It was a pretty big night that night, with lots of tequila shots and dancing. Next thing I remember is waking up at home with Flick beside me in my bed. I walked into the living area and nearly died at the sight of this unknown shirtless guy asleep on my couch. Totally freaked, I ran back to my room, waking Flick up. I literally had to lift her up by her shoulders and shake her awake. While still half asleep, she proceeded to tell me how I invited him to stay, as his place was an hour out of town. And so began the adventures of Flick, Liam, and Melodi.
    Liam is a legal aid. I’m sure he has a thing for Flick, and either she is blind or just isn’t interested. When they are together, they flirt like nobody’s business; then if there is another guy who shows interest, she brushes Liam off, poor fella. I think I might need to intervene there only a little, but right now, I think I should get a few more hours sleep. Rolling over, placing my phone back on to the bedside table, and pulling my blankets up, I snuggle back into my large comfy bed.
    Then the wonderful feeling of wandering off into dreamland sets in.
     
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    Glancing at my watch for the hundredth time, I struggle to sit still. There are still three girls to go, plus myself. There were seven of us here for interviews. Nerves are beginning to kick in. My stomach feels likes there are a million butterflies waiting to escape up my throat and out my mouth.
    Case Constructions is a big, snazzy, high-rise building. It has maybe thirty floors, although, not all are Case Construction.
    I’m worried I may not get off on the right floor. I really hate interviews, but I really need this job. I can’t keep relying on Mum and Dad to pay for everything, especially my nights out on the town.
    When I walk into the room where the other girls are waiting, I feel all the girls’ eyes on me, kind of like they are sizing me up. I take the first seat closest to the door. That way, I am out of the line of fire from all the judgemental looks, not only toward me, but toward each other also. Some are pretty, well groomed, and are probably hoping to get the job based solely on their looks. Then there is the average Joe, who has her hair pulled back into a basic ponytail, along with her basic black pencil-skirt and red silk, button-up shirt. Okay, maybe there is only one girl like that, me. I’m your average girl; the rest are the rich bitch lookin g type.
    As each agonising minute ticks by, I watch as all the other girls go in before me, all leaving giggly and confident. S eriously, why did I even try?
    One of these other girls is sure to get this job. I can’t sit still anymore. It’s me and one other girl remaining. I’m ready to get up and pace the room, or run laps, actually. I’m not a silly girl. I know how people with companies as large as Case Constructions prefer the super models who have the perfect face, which attracts more business for the company. I’m not saying I’m ugly. I’m happy in my own skin, and if these people aren’t happy with me, then they can get stuffed, big time.
    “ Melodi White?” I hear a lady call from the doorway. I glance up; she is maybe in her thirties and has a kind face.
    “Yes, that’s me.” My shaking hands reach for my folder. Nerves kicking into overdrive once again, I take a deep breath, hoping to calm myself, and then walk toward her.
    I reach the doorway, and she extends her hand toward me. “Hi, I’m Helen. I’m the human resources coordinator, and I will be