Chapter 1

I was summoned by the secretary of the office for the interview session. I stood up and straightened up my shirt and tie. I took a deep breath and walked to the door for the interview room. The secretary bidding me luck as I passed by her, her smile eased me a little for the impending interview that I am going to face. I resigned on my last job as the office politics has become so unbearable to a point a literal fight occurred in the office. It’s been a few months since I had been called for an interview and I was getting desperate as my savings were running out. This interview could be the shot I need to get back up financially and mentally.

I entered the cold dull room, keeping my posture as confident as I can be. The interviewer stood up as I walked towards her. She is a tall lady, with a slender figure, her sharp eyes leered through her spectacles, eyeing my posture and responses. She was wearing a white formal shirt, neatly tucked into her side slit, black skirt. Her shirt perfectly complimented her figure, and if one were to look intently, her bra outline can be seen from an eyeshot. Her lip glistened as she gestured me to have a seat, her voice shook me as she was packing a whole lot of authority in her voice.

The interview begins with the usual questions about my background, academic achievements, strengths, and weaknesses, and so on. I felt comfortable as I was able to answer her confidently and even answer her short quizzes in a precise quick manner. Nevertheless, she is impressed by my intelligence and I feel like she took a liking to me. But then she asked why did I resign from my last job, this is where the whole interview turned topsy turvy.

I explained to her of the reasons, being as honest as possible and being less descriptive, hoping that she would gloss over it. She leaned to her chair, placed my credentials on the oak table in front of her, smiled as she listened to my explanation. I can see her bra peeking from her shirt now, I kept my posture straight up, trying to make eye contact somewhere else rather than her bust. I can feel her eyes piercing through, watching my uneasiness as she adjusted her posture, pushing her bust. At this point, I can see her bra clearly, and it’s just a matter of time before her buttons pop, revealing her breasts.