Chapter 5. Pinky

Point of view: Emara Stone

Huge!!

The building, doors, the ceiling. Everything is massive. People walk around looking like runway models in suits with files in their hands and phones in between their head and shoulder.

I feel like a lost puppy. I look to my left and see escalators.

Fucking escalators in office. Why??

I see the escalators lead to the cafeteria on the first floor. I control my urges to go there and walk towards the elevator on my right side.

"To where, sir?" A middle-aged man politely asks me. I look at him and the first thing that I notice is his faded red color highlight in the front of his brown hair. Fashionable!

"I am here for an interview. I am looking for a reception. Which floor?" I look him in the eye and speak confidently like how a man talks to a man.

The liftman looks at me as if I pronounced his name wrong. He gives me a stare of a long five seconds. I stare back. Not willing to lose this staring competition.

After a few seconds which felt like an hour, he says "Its right there, sir." Pointing to my left.

Oh! Of Course, receptions are always on the ground floor. Stupid head.

I turn my head to see a large C shape high table with big football shape letters 'Reception' written on it. If there were alcohol in the background, it would have looked like a bar.

As I start to walk towards the reception, I hear "You are welcome, sir." in a sassy tone.

I turn around to give that liftman a smile as I say, "Pink suits you." pointing towards his hair. His eyes become narrow and lips come in a thin line as he murderously stares at me.

Hah! You pinky.

I walk to the reception like Tom Cruise does after blowing a car. I see a female with excess makeup is working on the computer. Her lipstick is out of her lips to make them look fuller. She looks at me then smile knowing she caught me staring at her lips.

Bitch please, I was looking at the poor work of makeup. I could have done better on her face.

She stares at me, my clothes, then at my hair. "How can I help you sir?" sounds impressed. I recall that cab driver's tip. "My name is Ethan Stone. I am here for an interview. Can you help me with that?" I say in a silky manly tone.

She blushes and turns her head towards the computer screen typing something quick like a rabbit. "You have to verify your id from here. Then you are asked to wait on the fourth floor of the HR department. Also, make sure you re-read your resume. They ask questions from there only." She speaks while blinking her fake eyelashes at me.

I smirk at her as I give Ethan's id for verification. She again blushes. Am I that pretty? Or handsome?

Suddenly I see her frowning as she looks at the id then back to me with confused eyebrows.

Oh shit! It's Ethan's id.

"I met an accident last year, had surgery of restructuring my jaw." I try to sound sad as I make a miserable face.

"Oh! I think you look just fine now. Here is your id. Good luck and have a good day sir." She smiled softly but all I can see is her lipstick out of her lip lines. She blushes again.

Stupid girl!

I take the id from her, give her a polite smile then start walking. But suddenly I turn around to thank her and catch her checking out my ass.

I think I don't need to thank her.

Instead, I give her a sly smile and walk to the elevators where I had met pinky a few minutes ago.

"Fourth floor HR department" I speak while looking at him. I see a badge below his right shoulder which says - 'Roger'.

He presses number four-button not looking at me. The way from the ground floor to the fourth floor was silent. Deafening silence.

*Ding*

The doors of the elevator open. Before I walk I look at the liftman and say "Thank you... Pinky." Saying the last word very slowly.

"It's Roger and you are welcome, sir." His voice sounds stern, fists clenched to his side.

While leaving the elevator I smirk at him and say "Roger that... Pinky." then leave with a smile worth charging a bulb.