Still stunned by what had just happened I looked down for a split second to straighten my clothes and by the time I looked up he had gone. Scanning the heavy crowd as it moved forward I couldn't see him anywhere around me. He had seemingly vanished into thin air and I didn’t even know his name.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I allowed the momentum of the rushing commuters carry me forward until I was standing outside the station. The bright daylight burst the bubble I had been in and a feeling of shame suddenly washed over me. What the hell had I been thinking?!
Looking around at all the commuters going abut their day I suddenly felt exposed and embarrassed. It felt like all these people could tell what I’d done just by looking at me. Of course I knew that probably wasn’t true, and nobody really seemed to be looking at me at all. But the shame and regret of doing that in a public place with a total stranger had a hold of me.
I sidled over to a bench not far from the station entrance and sat down. Still feeling breathless I needed a moment to compose myself. That’s when I saw it. The huge ladder in my black tights, running from my thigh right down to my ankle. Shit! I thought. How the hell can I go to my interview looking like this?! A quick glance at my watch told me I was going to be late so grabbing my bag I ran across the street to a large cafe and headed straight for the restrooms.
Pulling off my tights I noticed my knickers were soaking wet so I pulled those off too. There was nothing for it but to go commando to the interview. Chucking my ruined underwear into the bin I checked myself over in the full length mirror on the back of the door. God I hated this suit. It was given to me by a woman I used to do cleaning jobs for, at the time I had been irritated that she was offering me her old clothes; I don’t take kindly to offers of charity. Considering though it was the only thing I had that could be considered anywhere near suitable for an interview, I was grateful today at least for her cast offs. I also was very grateful for the knee length fitted skirt now that I was wearing no underwear.
With my clothes rearranged and my hair tucked back into its clip I ran out of the door and back onto the street. I could see the building I needed to go to for my interview, it was the biggest and most prestigious building on the block so it was kind of hard to miss. Unfortunately it was still a fair walk away. Feeling cross with myself for being late I rushed through the crowds as quickly as I could to get there.
Twenty minutes late! A whole twenty minutes late for what could possibly be the most important interview I would ever have. Not even sure if I would be allowed to still have my interview, I presented myself at the reception desk of Cole Investments on the 28th floor and began to offer my apologies.
The young blonde girl behind the large black glass desk gave me a bored look and picked up her phone.
“Mr Cole your 9:25 interviewee has finally arrived. Should I ask her to leave?”
Almost ready to turn around and walk out in disappointment I was more than surprised when she hung up the phone and told me to take a seat.
Sitting down on a large green leather tub chair I took a moment to calm myself down and survey my surroundings. The reception area of Cole Investments was quite possibly the most intimidating place I had ever been in my life. The large open foyer with several doors leading off it was decorated in sleek shades of grey, black and forest green. The plush carpet and the artworks dotted around the walls probably cost more money than I could ever earn in my lifetime. Smartly dressed men and women were coming and going between the doors, talking loudly about portfolios and returns and completely ignoring me. They probably didn’t even notice I was there.
Fidgeting uncomfortably I tried to focus on the answers I would give to the interview
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I allowed the momentum of the rushing commuters carry me forward until I was standing outside the station. The bright daylight burst the bubble I had been in and a feeling of shame suddenly washed over me. What the hell had I been thinking?!
Looking around at all the commuters going abut their day I suddenly felt exposed and embarrassed. It felt like all these people could tell what I’d done just by looking at me. Of course I knew that probably wasn’t true, and nobody really seemed to be looking at me at all. But the shame and regret of doing that in a public place with a total stranger had a hold of me.
I sidled over to a bench not far from the station entrance and sat down. Still feeling breathless I needed a moment to compose myself. That’s when I saw it. The huge ladder in my black tights, running from my thigh right down to my ankle. Shit! I thought. How the hell can I go to my interview looking like this?! A quick glance at my watch told me I was going to be late so grabbing my bag I ran across the street to a large cafe and headed straight for the restrooms.
Pulling off my tights I noticed my knickers were soaking wet so I pulled those off too. There was nothing for it but to go commando to the interview. Chucking my ruined underwear into the bin I checked myself over in the full length mirror on the back of the door. God I hated this suit. It was given to me by a woman I used to do cleaning jobs for, at the time I had been irritated that she was offering me her old clothes; I don’t take kindly to offers of charity. Considering though it was the only thing I had that could be considered anywhere near suitable for an interview, I was grateful today at least for her cast offs. I also was very grateful for the knee length fitted skirt now that I was wearing no underwear.
With my clothes rearranged and my hair tucked back into its clip I ran out of the door and back onto the street. I could see the building I needed to go to for my interview, it was the biggest and most prestigious building on the block so it was kind of hard to miss. Unfortunately it was still a fair walk away. Feeling cross with myself for being late I rushed through the crowds as quickly as I could to get there.
Twenty minutes late! A whole twenty minutes late for what could possibly be the most important interview I would ever have. Not even sure if I would be allowed to still have my interview, I presented myself at the reception desk of Cole Investments on the 28th floor and began to offer my apologies.
The young blonde girl behind the large black glass desk gave me a bored look and picked up her phone.
“Mr Cole your 9:25 interviewee has finally arrived. Should I ask her to leave?”
Almost ready to turn around and walk out in disappointment I was more than surprised when she hung up the phone and told me to take a seat.
Sitting down on a large green leather tub chair I took a moment to calm myself down and survey my surroundings. The reception area of Cole Investments was quite possibly the most intimidating place I had ever been in my life. The large open foyer with several doors leading off it was decorated in sleek shades of grey, black and forest green. The plush carpet and the artworks dotted around the walls probably cost more money than I could ever earn in my lifetime. Smartly dressed men and women were coming and going between the doors, talking loudly about portfolios and returns and completely ignoring me. They probably didn’t even notice I was there.
Fidgeting uncomfortably I tried to focus on the answers I would give to the interview
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