The Billionaire’s Secret Affair

I stared in surprise at the open screen of my old laptop before me. The mail open and its contents exposed before my very two eyes. I had not applied for a job in this company, how did I get an invite? Moreover, an invite to work at the biggest oil and Gas Company in the country was a dream I’d never even had, talk more of planning to achieve. Still, the words stared back at me; it was real and confirming.

I looked at the date and saw it was…today? I panicked a little as my eyes flew to the clock hanging on the wall of my room. The hour hand was pointing at two and the minute hand was at five, it was twenty five past two and the Interview was going to take place seven hours and thirty five minutes from now. I quickly stood and went through my tiny closet that was sparse with clothes. I chose two of my best so I had options to choose from and made an urgent work of ironing them. By the time I was done, it was three am on dot. I went to my mother’s room and checked to see she was peacefully sleeping. I went back to my own room and set the alarm an hour before ten.

I was so revved up I could not will my mind to sleep. Possibilities and probabilities poured in, all making me nervous and excited. Soon, I drifted off and by the time I woke, it was fifteen past nine. I rushed through the morning, caring for my mother.

“Why are you in a hurry this morning?”

My mother asked, a curious smile on the woman’s face.

“I got a surprise interview last night. This morning. It was around past two.” I hurried through my words, buttoning the shirt I’d chosen and giving my blonde tresses a last dressing. “How do I look?” I turned away from the mirror to look at my mother, already picking up my purse and a bag containing some of my relevant documents in case it was needed.

“You look good.” My mother complimented, beaming at me.

“Will you be okay all by yourself?” I asked, a bit concerned with leaving my mother to her own devices.

But the woman merely shooed me away. “Go before you run late. It’s an interview and punctuality is part of it. I’ll be fine.”

Smiling, I went closer and bent to kiss my mother’s cheek. “Take care of yourself mum. I’ll be back soon.”

And with that, I sprinted out of the house and ran to the bus stop hoping to catch a bus sooner. Thankfully, the company was not that far from where I lived. If transportation went well, I should be there in about fifteen to twenty minutes. I quickly boarded on one and was well on my way for my unexpected interview.

It was ten by the time my bus had stopped at my destination, but I learnt I still had to walk further down before reaching the company. I could not afford a taxi else I’ll be walking home. I trekked and was grateful when I was finally seeing the gigantic building. I stepped inside and saw the receptionist. Controlling myself from giving in to the urge of gaping at the exquisiteness of the interior of the building, I proceeded to the receptionist’s table.

“Hi, good morning.” I greeted with a polite smile on my face.

The receptionist regarded me with coolly eyes and an equally polite smile. “Good morning. How may I help you?”

“I am here for the interview.” I informed, still keeping the smile plastered on my face.

“Oh, yeah. Go upstairs. The first door by your right on the third floor.” She directed.

“Okay, thank you.” I said and was hurrying towards the stairs because I knew I was already late. I just hoped I was not too late.

“Uhm, where are you going?”