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.

asking about you. They’re really mad that you left all

that much of an explanation of my sudden leave, and then blocked any way they could connect to me. Just

I didn’t even check the calls or messages. I’m sure my notification box has been

I will talk to you later about it,

It’s just that even I’m worried for your sudden change of heart. Anyway, I called you to give a good news. I will meet you tonight at your place.” His voice

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

tonight. Now I gotta go. All

“Thanks.

phone down. What good news he was

lady in her mid-thirties with a high tight bun and suit, looked

Raising my hand,

you inside,” she said. Tone professional with

I grabbed my purse, CV, and followed behind

a pair of white doors, she knocked

was going to take my interview.

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

in some papers, muttering something

I stopped at

stand there forever? Sit!” he grumbled, without looking at me. He didn’t seem

my nose at the foul odor in the air, I took the chair opposite of his and placed the file of my CV

Hutton.” I kept my tone as professional as I could

ourselves with you. Give me your CV already, will you?” Brushing the arched moustache

of my exams and my other qualifications were also good, I was still at the edge of

fluent in Spanish and Italian? Or you just added it out of excitement?” His tone was already

courses on Italian and my second language was Spanish at high school. If you want, I

understand

This grumbling potato was now getting on my nerves. Who takes interviews like that? I wonder who even

well?” For the first

anything with the job. “Uh, I do when I’m hungry.

fond of keeping themselves empty stomached to stay lanky. And if your stomach is empty, so will be your head. How would you create

didn’t miss how he

still want to work in his

prefer to be healthy

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 the

Then I understood that it was his way to say: you may leave now. And I assumed Lucinda was

tighter smile and stood up. The nervousness now turned into fear as I informed Lucinda and then walked away. She told me I’d receive an email of the position of me in this interview: rejected or selected. Until

out of the elevator, my

age standing there. But he was far from small and round, the opposite in fact. Tall and fit. Some grey hairs were peaking out of the

a look over. I didn’t know why, but he

of his voice evolved some secrets. Then the ominous

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

But, how do you know that

flickered over my shoulder. “If you will now excuse me, I’m in a hurry right now. I will see you later.” Nodding, he

but the doors already closed and he was

talked as if… he knew me somehow. But

see him around again. That man radiated some kind of

interview got cancelled and this one was terrible. Though he didn’t give me an answer, his expression didn’t seem to be impressed. But still, I’d my fingers crossed.

wasn’t even noon. And I was already feeling

this

isn’t his girlfriend or anything like that. They’re just friends! And if it still bothers you then, you

me. That girl with him at the diner. That red head. All of

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

so light all of a sudden?