The Trap Of Ace

Read The Trap Of Ace [by Eva Zahan] Chapter 7 – A pair of stormy grey eyes gazed down at me, my heart skipped at the intensity in them. I tried to move but as if I didn’t have any control over my body. I couldn’t do anything but to watch those grey pools coming closer.

Then I felt hot breath fanning on my neck, sending goosebumps across my skin. My insides squirmed with anticipation.

“Mine…”

Jolting awake from my sleep, I searched around for him. But there was no one. But, I felt as if someone just called me mine…

Running my palms over my face, I sat up. It was just a dream.

He wouldn’t leave me alone even in my dreams, would he? Three days had passed since that night and my returning back to NY, and his words still haunted my sleep.

Shaking my head, I glanced at the time. S**t! It’s already eight!

Scrambling out of the bed, I grabbed my clothes for the interview and ran inside the washroom. I’d two interviews today, and the first one was at nine. If I wouldn’t reach there in time, I’d lose the chance to work at one of my dream work places.

Actually both of them were important to me. If I got a job at one of them, it’d be a golden ticket for my career as a designer.

And my first destination was Summer Clothing House. One of the most famous fashion houses across the city.

***

“What? But how’s that possible? I was informed that I’d have an interview today at nine.”

The receptionist sent me a professional look of apology. “I’m sorry for the hassle, but we’ve found the perfect candidate for the post, so we’d to cancel the interview. Didn’t you receive the email, Miss?”

I frowned. “What email?”

“We’d sent all our expected candidates an email regarding the rescission as an apology,” she informed.

Oh! I’d kept my phone off since I left home that night to avoid my family’s questions and a particular person’s messages. And I didn’t even check my email for some days now.

How could I be so careless?

“Uh, maybe it missed out from my eyes.” I bit my lip. “Alright, my bad luck, I guess.”

“We’re again sorry, Miss. Have a good day!”

Nodding, I sent her a tight smile and got out of there. Time to go to my next destination. I just hoped everything will turn out good this time.

***

Checking myself one last time in the rearview, I let out a breath, wiping my clammy palms on my skirt.

Come on, Em! You’ve got this!

Chanting the mantra in my head, I got out of the car and looked up at the huge forty something floor building. A big Coopers Fabrics was hung at the top.

I blew out a breath. I really didn’t want this chance to get out of my hands. These two were my dream workplace, and now one is gone, left the latter. I’d try my best to impress them to take the ball in my court.

Ignoring the nervous wreck in my tummy, I padded inside. Shoulders squared and chin high in confidence.

But as soon as the crowd in the waiting area came into my view, my confidence melted into a puddle. All of them were sophisticatedly dressed, with CVs in their hands. Definitely for the interview.

Of course, this was one of the most renowned textile companies in the country. What did I expect?

The receptionist guided me to wait with the others as there was still quite time for my turn to come. And getting among these sharp and talented looking people, my nervousness just rose into a new height.

So choosing a vacant seat, I settled at the furthest corner of the waiting area and waited for my turn to come.

My phone blared in my purse, getting some eyes on me in irritation. Getting out the phone, I put it on silent. It was Warner.

“Hello,” I whispered.

you. They’re

given them that much of an explanation of my sudden leave, and then blocked any way they could connect to

this morning, I didn’t even check the calls or messages. I’m sure my notification box

you’d to handle my family’s bombering. I will talk to you later about it, I’m now

that even I’m worried for your sudden change of heart. Anyway, I called you to give a

good news? And sure, I’m free tonight.” I ignored

a surprise for later tonight. Now I gotta go. All the best

“Thanks.

phone down. What good news

with a high tight bun and suit, looked around for

Raising my

Cooper is waiting for you inside,” she said.

I grabbed my purse, CV, and followed

before a pair of white

was going to take my interview. I already had

chin, she gestured to me to go on and left. Taking deep breaths, I entered. Restless

a big scowl, he continued to sign in some papers, muttering something incoherent under

I stopped

at me. He didn’t seem to notice that he

not to crinkle my nose at the foul odor in the air, I took the chair opposite of his and placed

I kept my tone as professional as I could holding

ourselves with you. Give me your CV already, will you?” Brushing the arched moustache on his upper lip, he reached out

good, I was still at the edge of his judgement. Because the way he was looking at those papers, I got a feeling he was a judge in some time

added it out of excitement?” His tone was already

Mr. Cooper. I’ve especially taken courses on Italian and my second language was Spanish

hand, grunting. “It’s not that I’d understand anything anyway. You could blabber to make a fool of

potato was now getting on my

the first time

with the job. “Uh,

lanky. And if your stomach is empty, so will

he mentioned fit

work in his company? Sadly,

Mr. Cooper. I prefer to be healthy than be…

a look, observing me. I fidgeted on my seat. Then all of a sudden, he closed my file and slid it to me. “Get out now. And tell Lucinda to send

to say: you may leave now. And I assumed Lucinda was that woman who sent me in, and

my lips tight, I flashed him an even tighter smile and stood up. The nervousness now turned into fear as I informed Lucinda and then walked away. She

got out of the elevator, my

he was far from small and round, the opposite in fact. Tall and fit. Some

me, something flashed across his dark hollow eyes. Tilting his head, he gave me a look over. I didn’t know why, but he looked familiar. And from just looking at his eyes, I got a sense of

often stumble into their way when they don’t see where they’re going. Or… crossing whom’s path.” The edge of his voice evolved some secrets. Then the ominous look suddenly vanished and

looked down at my CV. But still, they were in a file, how did he know that

it was good. But, how do you know that I came here

my shoulder. “If you will now excuse me, I’m in a

turned around, but the doors

was he? He talked as if… he knew

want to see him around again.

didn’t give me an answer, his expression

noon. And I was

phone beeped again. And this time it was my

that. They’re just friends! And if it still

with him at the diner. That red

did she say? They’re just… friends? Not anything

did I feel so light all of a