Alright, here is the beginning of my awful story the latter end will keep you wowed.
I left home for work where I had some applications to handle and I had to wake up early to meet up with the appointment.
I think I was one of the few people who arrived first that early Monday morning.
It took exactly 1 hour 45 minutes, for my boss to arrive. So, I had to wait that long for her to come to the office before anything could be done.
Her name is Jenner and she is in her mid 40's. A lady of close to 6 ft tall with a broad hip that made her look like a coke bottle.
She is fair in complexion and having loads of elegance was the crown of it all.
Oops, I forgot to tell you guys that she is also very busty and I think that is what everybody knows her for.
I got invited to speak with her in the office and I kid you not I freaked out.
I had no idea what the interview would look like as that was my first time looking for a job, but not my first time in an office.
Getting to the office room she offered me a seat which I did sit on and was curiously waiting for what the next thing would be.
Me: Good morning Ma, I am Morris Ese the applicant you told to come back by Monday morning. I think that was last week Friday.
Jenner : I know right. I still remember you and all the conversation we had last week.
At this point, she was busy with her locker as though, she noticed something was missing.
I caught my breath maybe once or twice as I tried stopping myself from looking at her cleavage.
Damn! Her T shirt was loosed and I could clearly see her brassiere with her massive breasts all jiggling freely.
Jenner: Hey, Mr. Man what are you looking at?
Holy cow! She caught me red handed. What have I done to myself? I pray she doesn't do anything stupid to me.
Me: mm.. mmmm, I was in a trance. I am so sorry Ma.
Jenner: Alright, I knew you got a little distracted. Anyway, don't mind how I dress that's my culture.
She smiled a bit sending waves of heat to me. I didn't see that to be funny, as I was sort of embarrassed myself for her to have caught me in the act of looking at her body.
Jenner: So, back to our discussion where are you from Mr. Man?
Me: I'm from the South, Delta State to be precise though, I didnt grow up there.
Jenner: That's a good one. And can you please remind me. of the job vacancy you came in for?
Me: I want to apply as the Secretary Ma. That is why I am here.
Jenner: Alright, can you input your phone number here so we can possibly chat on Whatsapp.
At first, I could't believe what I just heard because I wasn't expecting anything of such kind.
I thought it would either be an accept or a decline to my job proposal, but here I was being told to input my number.
For what actually?
This was all in my mind I dare not spill it out.
Me: mm... Ma, please Ma can I ask a question?
Jenner: Yeah, for sure. Go ahead.
Her eyes was all fixated on mine and it felt like I suddenly lost my confidence in asking the question I had in mind.
Me: Ok Ma, Am I suppose to come for another interview, or am I getting the job?
Jenner: Nah... You don't need to come for another interview. And besides, we still need to talk about this and that was why I asked for your Whatsapp number.
Jenner: I hope you have no problem with that? Because that is the only way you can get the job.
Me: No Ma, I have no problem with it. Here is my Whatsapp number.
I handed her the phone and she quickly saved it while my head kept on banging with ambiguous questions.
Jenner: Mr. Morris, you can now take your leave.
She stretched her hand for a warm handshake and I bet you that was the warmest handshake I have ever had in my entire life.
I was beginning to think different at this point.
I stood up to leave her office and watch her stare at me from behind as my instinct told me.