"Interviewing to be a whore."

Mrs. Faux then cleared her throat, "Here at Faux Fashion we only hire the best and the brightest to work for us. In other words, your appearance must follow specific criteria."

Hayley, I owe you my life.

Now that I've gotten a good look at Mrs. Faux, she looked like an older version of Hayley. They had the same small face, blue eyes, button nose, and pouty lips.

She looked around, "A lot of you don't fit that criteria, if you're interviewing to be a whore this is not the place for you."

She then pointed to a girl seated beside me, "You."

The girl instantly stood up, "Yes ma'am?"

What the hell is she wearing?

Mrs. Faux rubbed her forehead, "We are in the 21st-century young lady, not the 1800s."

Well, that was a bit harsh. The girl ran out crying but tripped over her extremely long plaid skirt at the door.

Everyone around me tried their best to keep in their laughter. I was about to get up to help her off the floor when Dylan went into action.

I chuckled while looking at him acting like a gentleman.

He whispered something in the girl's ear and her face got extremely red. I looked at him with accusing eyes, true intentions finally shown.

Dylan then turned to his mother, "She hurt her foot, I'm going to take her to the nurse's office."

As if, we all know where you're taking her.

Mrs. Faux nodded.

He then scooped the girl up in his arms and jealousy and envy filled the faces of the women around me.

I'm sure they at least have some self-value, why would you fall in love with a person whose only goal is to use you then throw you away?

I guess they think they can be that girl in books that "changes the bad boy".

They're on a path to get their hearts broken.

The room gradually got emptier as Mrs. Faux sent out the persons who didn't fit her "criteria".

There were only four of us left in the room, I was sure I would be one of the first out after what happened between her and me earlier, but I was somehow on the final listing.

Dylan returned, his lips weren't swollen anymore and his clothes and hair still looked perfect, so I guess he did really take the girl to the nurse.

"Mom, you sent out all the hotties," he whined.

I looked around and not to toot my own horn, but I was the best-looking left in the interview room.

Excluding myself, there were three persons, a fat blonde woman, the socially awkward guy I mentioned earlier, and a woman who looked to be in her early sixties or so.

Mrs. Faux slapped his arm, "The point of this interview is to find a suitable assistant that will help you grow to someday fully replace your father and me, not someone for you to have sex with when you're bored ."

Dylan groaned and plopped down inside a chair, "You're such a cockblock."

"Miss Dahlia?"

The raven-haired lady that came in with Mrs. Faux stood beside her, "Yes ma'am?"

Mrs. Faux continued, "We are going to begin the interview process, is everything prepared?"

Miss Dahlia nodded, "Yes ma'am."

Mrs. Faux then returned her attention to us, "My apologies, let me introduce my assistant. This is Miss Dahlia, she will be assisting me with the interview process."

Miss Dahlia did a small wave and proceeded to write things down in her notebook.

She was smartly dressed in a black pants suit and her hair was neatly tucked in a small bun at the top of her head. Her appearance literally screamed the perfect assistant.

Dylan suddenly groaned, "This is so boring, do I seriously need to be here for this?"

Isn't this interview to find your assistant? You have to be here.

His mother ignored him and took a seat in front of us.

Dylan got up, "I'm going to the bathroom."  In other words, he's leaving and not coming back.

"Please give your resumes to Miss Dahlia," Mrs. Faux ordered.

She clapped her hands twice, "Please introduce yourselves and tell us your reason for applying for this position so we can be a bit more familiar throughout this brief time we'll be together."

The fat blonde got up and spoke in a thick British accent, "Hello everyone."

Didn't see that coming.

She continued, "My name is Emily Smith, I am 32 years old and I applied for this position because I am interested in going further in the field of fashion and I think this is a good place to start."

Mrs. Faux nodded in approval and she sat down.

The old lady I mentioned earlier stood up, her voice was surprisingly very youthful, "Hello everyone, my name is Gabrielle West. I am 22 years old and I applied for this position because I want to make a name for myself in the fashion industry."

Small gasps were heard around me and I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, I wasn't the only one who thought she was an old woman.

Mrs. Faux was clearly shocked too, she sorted through the resumes and stared at one in particular. I'm guessing she wanted to check Gabrielle's date of birth, I would too.

How is she younger than me and looks as old as my grandmother?

Crazy.

I went over a billion reasons in my head but everything got flushed when the guy started introducing himself.

He stood tall and confident, "My name is Fabian Burke, I am 35 years old. I applied for this position to gain more knowledge of fashion from the veterans of this company. I strive to excel and I'm sure this opportunity will be a huge stepping stone for my future."

Mrs. Faux smiled at him, but it immediately left her face when her eyes landed on me.

I visibly gulped, I guess...I guess it's my turn.