Its What I Pay You For

Christ, My head aches. The interviews weren't going as I had planned. If not because I wanted pure dedication, I would have left this for someone else. 

The first three interviews went pretty bad. The first one flirted the entire interview until I began to feel so uncomfortable that I had to cut it short and order her to leave. The second was completely unqualified, starting with her short skimpy dress and her tacky nails and the third was pretty much running her mouth on the struggles of the outside world. Not like I didn't care but come on, I need workers, employees to work for me not run a charity organization.

The fourth is currently sitting across from my desk, barely hanging on by a thread. He had no actual work experience but expressed an eagerness to learn. It wasn't great, but at least it was something I could work with. And to top it off, he's not seducing me, licking his lips, or trying to use anyone's name to look for a position here.

"Thank you, Mr Ridwan," I said, walking around the desk as I pulled my hands out.

He took the cue as he stood from his chair and shook my hand in response. "Thank you for your time, Mr Lucia. I hope to hear from you."

I merely nodded, "Have a nice day." I said watching him leave the door.

I followed him two minutes after he left falling back into one of the comfy chairs across Derek's desk.

"Let me guess, another climber?" he asked as he chuckled slightly.

"Not completely. Which is why I'll probably offer him the job. God, I just want this to be over."

"Should have let the HR department handle it in the first place."

"Thank you, Derek, for your insightful, useless comments."

"It's what you pay me for."

I didn't even bother looking at him for his sarcastic statement. I closed my eyes as I tried to get some rest. Seconds later, Derek opens his big mouth again.

"By the way, Anita called again."

At that, I jerked upright, tugging my phone out of my pocket. Five missed calls. Fuck. Fucking fuck.

"Did she say anything?" I asked frantically

"No, but she did ask me to let you know to call her back sooner rather than later."

I will. She has my grandfather in her hands. I stood from the chair and checked my missed calls. A little after one.

"I'm going for a stroll. I will call her on the way, plus I need space from these incorrigible interviews."

"But you have another interview in less than thirty minutes."

"Reschedule," I said, running into my office to grab my wallet. 

"It's a little late for that," Derek reprimanded when I came back out."

"Fine. Then have HR do it. I'm on a break and I will have my lunch too"

"I don't know if I can find anyone on such short notice."

"Then you do it," I growled. He opened his mouth again but opened the door of his office and turned to face him. I held up my hands in defeat. "Just handle it, Derek. It's why I pay you as much as I do." I said sarcastically.

With that, I headed out, deciding a bar sounded like a nice place for lunch. Whatever Anita called about, I was sure good alcohol would make it easier to handle.

For a moment, a tinge of guilt tried to flood my system, but I shoved it down, reasoning that the remaining interviews would most likely be as annoying as the rest of them.