
꧁༒༺*ᴍᴀʀɪᴀ'ꜱ ᴘᴏᴠ*༻༒꧂
People are such pieces of work, lying to the faces of their loved ones so effortlessly that it's almost terrifying.
Me being one of the best examples, of course.
I got ready for the day; to lie yet again, because lying is essential for survival. Values like honesty aren't practical in a world so cruel.
Heading out, I felt the warm sun rays caress my skin as I walked into the neighbourhood bakery. The sweet scent of vanilla and strawberry filling my nostrils, my gaze already finding the last cinnamon roll in the tray, making me sigh in relief.
I made it just in time! , I smiled at the thought.
Afterall, I couldn't miss my lucky charm on the day of such an important interview , that too for a position in the newly established advertisement department in a company as huge as Eclaire's.inc
I walked upto the cashier with a smile on my face: "One cinnamon roll please, that'll be it!"
The cashier recognised my familiar face. I was a regular afterall! A smile tugged her lips as she said : "Right away ma'am!" I got handed the singular treat, my eyes lighting up as I begin to unwrap it from its packet with careful fingers.
My moment of joy was soon ruined by a 'Mr.Fancy Pants' though,he was dressed in expensive clothing from head to toe and I watched him simply put his card on the table , "I’m in a hurry. Here's a hundred dollars for the roll. Keep the change." He said while adjusting his wrist watch and smoothening out his coat.
A hundred dollars!?
He had to be kidding me, there was no way I could waste that much money on a cinnamon roll, so I simply glared at him only to watch his aloof eyes gaze at me expecting me to hand him over the sweet.
And so I did.
Such a jerk, people like him- born in a family with inherited luxury always have free money to throw away. , I thought as my brows twitched with annoyance.
But then again me being me- I had an intrusive thought, and when have I ever thought twice before deciding to be a total bitch to some grumpy stranger?
Making up my mind, I took a bite from the cinnamon roll from his hands, smirking at the shock in his eyes even though his face betrayed the expression.
"What? Don't you know that the inheriter only receives items when they are a little worn out?" I said with a nonchalant shrug and walked out of the bakery with smug content.
Even though my earlier performance had brought me loads of satisfaction and a savouring , sweet taste; I still felt a little nervous as I drove to the office building.
"I'm here for the interview." , I said to the receptionist and got told to head to the ceo's office on the 13th floor for the interview.
Wait, the CEO'S office? For just an interview of new recruits? , I thought to myself.
As if sensing my confusion the receptionist smiled reassuringly: "As the manager who was originally going to handle the same had some urgent business to deal with, the CEO himself will be dealing with the last few interviewees.", she explained.
"Oh, right." I said before nodding once and heading to the elevator.
In all honesty though, I'd be lying if I said my confidence hadn't shaken up a little because of having to speak with the recently appointed ceo himself, he is the son of the orginal owner and didn't have much information on him on the net I know nothing much about him unlike the manager whome I had researched upon.
I knocked once before walking into the office with a confident smile...
...Only for the colours to drain from my face. Because sitting infront of me was the same Mr.Fancy Pants I met earlier at the bakery!
The half-eaten cinnamon roll sat on his elegantly polished desk like a smoking gun, a shameful reminder of my impulsive bite and…
...my potentially ruined career.
GREAT MARIA! What a perfect first impression on the CEO!
The man who I had just smirked at earlier with obvious satisfaction on my face was none other than:
Nicolas de Eclaire, the CEO.
"Please have a seat." He said with a smile ;though the twitch of his brows already suggested how it was a fake one.
Uh oh…this is going to be a problem
…one that will make me sweat even more on the hot day.

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