Chapter 3: Again Him

•Aimaan•

I looked up to see those emerald green eyes. OMG!

"Hey, how are you?" Said Asif, directly looking into my hazel eyes.

"F-fine" -I quickly gave him a fake smile and hurried to the exit.

"Hey twin"- I yelled at Wania. Some unwanted attention covered me. I corrected. "Hey Wania"

She was not at all looking at me. I rushed to her side in the busy corridor. I gave her a side hug, and I was returned with a oh-not-so-happy face. 

"Sorry"- I said her with my puppy face while pinching her cheek.

"Sorry sorry sorry" I said.

"That-that really hurts" she said, not looking at my eyes.

"Sorry sorry again! I'll treat you with McDonald's" 

She smiled at me and we went back to our classroom.

*****

"Yes!!" I screamed at my top most voice that Zyan flinched at my tone.

"Oh nanna quite! You'll wake Aqza up." He said, placing a finger over his lips.

"I found a vacancy in Floura Emigrate Management. Oh yeah!" I screamed again.

"Aimaan, if you dare to scream once again, I swear, no phone and no tv for a month!" Ammy gave me a deathly glare from the kitchen.

I zipped my mouth.

*****

"Board papers?"

"Yes"

"12th mark list?"

"Yes"

"Second year mark list?"

"Double Yes"

I was preparing for the interview. Zyan had prepared a 'to-do list', and I was packing the stuffs according to his plans. Waniya was wondering what the heck was going on, and she just glared us as we spoke.

"Come!" I patted Waniya's head and dragged her out and shut her in my car and we drove off.

While the ride, I heard some continuous notifications in my phone. I managed to unlock my phone to see some messages from Mr. Unknown .

"Oh my God!" I put a sudden break that caused Waniya to bump her forehead.

"What the hell!" She roared as she rubbed her temple.

"Again, message"- I showed her my screen, and I sighed heavily.

We read the message together.

Have you prepared for the interview? Nope worry if the interviewer is a boy~Mr.Unknown

Why not reply?~ Mr.Unknown

Don't worry that I may kidnap you, or your mother, or your younger brother or sister.Do you think that I will do so?~Mr.Unknown

I groaned as I read the message. 

Jerk

Waniya looked at me.

"Do you think..this as a prank?" I asked her while driving. My eyes were fixed on the road.

"No twin. I think, how they came to know about your family! He even mentioned that he won't kidnap! Note the sarcasm!" She said while grunting her teeth.

Whatever!

"Don't stress out, you're having interview" she said.

I hummed in response.

*****

Flora Emigrate Management. I read the board. I felt butterflies in my stomach. 

"Do well!" Waniya assured me and sat in the visitors desk while I moved to the Reception.

"Third Floor, turn left and the second room Ma'am. Best Wishes" The receptionist said. I smiled at her and left.

*****

"Miss Aimaan Shihas" The secretary of the CEO called me. She lead me to his room. My hands and legs started trembling. Every passing room increased my lub-dub. 

The Floras was beautifully arranged with white and royal blue marbles. Every item in that building had this shade. The equipments were well-maintained, and there were less sound inside it. Even the clicking of her pencil heels was audible.



"Here, this way" Ms. Clara lead me to a room. I sighed heavily and opened the room."Whoa!" I mentally exclaimed seeing the room.

The office room was also painted in royal blue, and one of the wall side was replaced with window, which faced the main city. On the royal blue translucent glass desk sat an i-mac, a notepad lying open, and a stack of papers sitting in a royal blue file. In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a royal blue couch in the corner of the room. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner was arranged super-neatly.

The man, the so-called CEO, was turned back in his black swivel, facing the city with his phone in his ear. 

Doesn't they get a royal blue swivel!

He was wearing a royal blue tuxedo. His black hair was neatly combed. "E-excuse me?" I asked.

"Yes!" That man said and turned around.

"You!" We both said in unison as my hazel eyes touched his royal blue eyes, that matched the entire room, and vise verca.

Again him? Phew!

"Oh ohh, again fell in my trap?"

He said with a smirk plastered in his figure, an evil smirk.

Again?

"Who let this crap in?" Mr. Bad Boy practically shouted that grabbed the attention of a handful of people who were out of his glass door.

"Sir, she is..for the interview" said Ms. Clara. 'Ooohh' was all what he said.

As she was about to go, Mr.Bad Boy called her.

"Clara, you were waiting for being an accountant right?"

She nodded, her sight downcasted.

"So, you're dismissed from your current post and you're selected in this interview as an accountant" he said, trying to be extra polite. "With double salary"- he added, looking at me once again.

She looked up him with amusement.

So, that drama meant that I was lost. Clara and I were about to leave, when he called us back.

"Don't, don't cancel the interview. Just the post has interchanged." He said.

It's better to stand naked than being his secretary. 

As she left the room, he added: "with triple salary"

"And, you're selected!"

And I  was mentally dead!