A phone call interrupted my sleep, and when I awoke, I sighed and checked the caller ID, which showed Marc's name. I cleared my throat and picked it up.
'' Hey, get up and get ready. You have to go for the interview at noon. Don't be late and check your phone for the photos and your look. I hope you have looked at the documents. Don't blow this up, Danan, for I'll tear you apart.'' He cut the call before I could answer.
I put the phone down and scratched my hair, seeing the whole situation from yesterday. My throat began to get dry, and all the threats filled up my mind.
I quickly got up and started getting ready, feeling the pressure of not wanting to disappoint anyone. As I checked my phone for the photos and documents, I took a deep breath and reminded myself to stay focused and confident during the interview.
I looked at the photographs and an edited picture of me with red hair, pulpy lips, thinner eyebrows, narrowed eyes, freckles, and glasses.
the picture showed blue eyes which meant I had to use contacts. a thought then struck my head working under Dylan meant seeing his friends as well and I had already met with Miles just a day ago.
panic-struck all over me I grabbed my phone and dialled Marc's number again after trying three times he picked up. I couldn't control my shaky voice and said,'' Marcs I can't do this look I met with Miles just a few months ago at a bar he knows Dylan so if he recognizes me he will blow up my cover completely and all of this will be ruined! ''
Marc's demeanour exudes an air of superiority as he delivers his message, his tone laced with contemptuous manipulation. "I'm well aware you've been briefed on the plan, tailored specifically to accommodate your involvement with that individual. Your task is simple: keep your mouth shut and conform to the image outlined in the document. Let's not waste time with unnecessary questions, shall we? Read and reread every line of that document until it's ingrained in your mind. Failure to comply is not an option, unless, of course, you enjoy the consequences of insubordination."
'' okay I got it'' I cut the call and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I have no option but to listen to what he says but now that I analyse this it's a stupid idea. he is dragging me to a hell hole and he knows that as well.
I sighed and checked the time it was about 9 am I still had four hours left to go. I picked up the pile of documents and started reading through it.
Joane Andrews A 26-year-old lady who graduated from Ataway Milwood High and holds a bachelor's degree in business. has four years of expertise in this sector. Joane has proven to be a dedicated and hardworking professional, consistently exceeding expectations in her role. Her strong educational background and hands-on experience make her a valuable asset to any team. She lived in Maple Hills all her life and has moved to New York to find better work experience.
she is single and her family lives back in Maple Hills she doesn't have any siblings. Joane is not very active on social media as she takes no interest in such time-wasting activities and devotes herself to work day and night for her company.
I read through all the other details which were another 7 pages and I found out that Joane is a boring woman and has nothing else to care about other than her work life.
I get up and start choosing my outfit according to Joan's thinking and her personality. I took out a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt and threw over a brown blazer. I paired it up with ankle boots, but before getting ready, I had to do my hair.
I dug and threw my wigs and found the perfect shade: a light orange and red mixed with soft waves.
I tied my hair in a tight bun, wore the hair net, and glued the wig super tight to my head, making sure it didn't fall off or look unreal. I then added some subtle makeup to complete the look, opting for a natural look with a pop of colour on my lips.
In the hidden confines of my sanctuary, I diligently plan my makeover, ensuring that no trace of my previous self remains. As I stand in front of the full-length mirror, the room is filled with the fragrance of anxiety mixed with resolve. My reflection is a stranger's face looking back at me.
With delicate fingers, I adjust the wig, its luxurious strands falling like a cascade of deception around my face. As I secure it in place, I feel a subtle shift in my identity, as if the weight of my past has been momentarily lifted. The wig becomes my armour, shielding me from prying eyes and unwelcome recognition.
Next comes the makeup—an arsenal of colours and textures laid out before me like a painter's palette. With each brushstroke, I carefully sculpt my features, obscuring the familiar lines of my face with a veil of deceit. Shadows dance across my cheekbones, contouring them into sharp angles, while my lips are painted a bold hue, a stark contrast to the muted tones of my former self.
As I gaze into the mirror, I marvel at the woman who stares back at me, a stranger forged from the ashes of my past. Gone is the timid girl who once crouched in the shadows, replaced now by a figure of confidence and defiance.
After changing into my outfit, I glanced at my reflection one last time, then grabbed my CV and headed out the door. I decided to take the local bus to the company at the location that was given to me. It was also a good way to save myself some extra cash.
I walked out into the streets, made my way to the nearest bus stop, and waited for the next bus to show up. I sat on the bench and scrolled on my phone, which had all my different pictures, and I would give myself credit for pulling off this look.
I waited about 20 minutes and then got on the bus I got myself a seat in the mid-row and settled in for the ride. The bus ride was smooth and efficient, getting me to my destination promptly.
Standing before the tall, imposing structure, a wave of nervousness washed over me once more. The building loomed overhead, its broad façade stretching towards the sky, seemingly reaching for the clouds. Every step closer seemed to amplify the pounding of my heart, the weight of anticipation settling heavily upon my shoulders.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. This was it – the moment I had been preparing for despite my best efforts to steel my nerves, the uncertainty of what lay ahead gnawed at me.
With hesitant steps, I approached the entrance, the glass doors reflecting my apprehensive expression at me. I reminded myself of the reasons why I was here, the goals I had set, and the dreams I aspired to achieve. Drawing upon inner reserves of courage, I pushed open the door and stepped inside, ready to face whatever challenges awaited me within the towering edifice
Approaching the receptionist with a steady stride, I greeted her with a polite smile. "Good morning," I said, my voice betraying only a hint of the nervousness I felt within. "I'm here for an interview today."
The receptionist, a friendly face behind the desk, returned my smile warmly. "Of course," they replied, their tone reassuring. "Do you have an appointment?"
"Yes, my name is Joane Andrews, and I have an interview scheduled at 12 pm," I answered, trying to sound as self-assured as possible.
The receptionist nodded, her fingers flying over the keyboard as they checked their schedule. "Ah, yes, here you are," she said, glancing up with a smile. "Please have a seat, and someone will be with you shortly."
With a grateful nod, I followed their directions and took a seat in the waiting area. Despite the nerves still churning within me, I found solace in the knowledge that I had taken the first step towards my goals. Now, all that remained was to face the interview with confidence and determination.
after a while a man dressed in a beige tux approached me and asked,'' Joane Andrews?",'' yes that would be me " I replied standing up and looking at him
'' Hello I am James Mr fender's assistant please follow me'' he said promptly and I followed him up to an elevator which took us up to the top floor of the building As we ascended in the elevator, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity. James, Mr. Fender's assistant, seemed composed and efficient, giving off an air of professionalism that matched the sleek interior of the elevator. I stole glances at him, trying to gauge any hints about what awaited me on the top floor.
I cleared my throat and asked,'' Are you going to interview me?'' hoping for a yes as an answer but what I heard next froze me to my feet.
'' No Mr Fynder interviews his secretaries and assistants on his own'' he said firmly
I tried not to be too shocked and just nodded at his reply-. But oh fuck how will I be able to do this what if my cover blows up what if he sees me through my disguise. my thoughts were taken away when the elevator chimed
The doors slid open smoothly, revealing a spacious and elegantly decorated corridor. James gestured for me to follow him as we walked down the hallway. The ambience was refined, with soft lighting and tasteful artwork adorning the walls.
Finally, we reached a set of imposing double doors at the end of the corridor. James paused, turning to me with a polite smile.
"Mr. Fender is expecting you. Please, go ahead," he said, opening the doors to reveal a lavish office beyond.
Ruth, you've conquered far greater challenges than this before. The past is behind us, and now, we're faced with this task. We'll tackle it head-on and execute it flawlessly. Believe in yourself, draw strength from your experiences.