Chapter 5: Good day

Chapter 5: Good day
Violet

I sprung out of bed, feeling excited. I got into the shower, took my bath, and I felt fresh, like a brand-new person.

I sat in front of my mirror, a big smile on my lips. I actually had a job interview. I couldn’t believe the company I had applied for even called me back.

This would actually be my first job, but I didn’t care. At least I would be earning some money, and that was something. That was a start.

I got dressed in a beautiful long black dress that hugged my curves perfectly. I picked up my coat and stared at myself one more time in the mirror. My makeup was done. It was mild. This was a job interview, not a fashion event.

My hair was slicked back, and I would say I look… gorgeous, breathtakingly gorgeous.

I rushed downstairs. My father was at the dining table.

“Good morning, Dad,” I said, giving him a small hug before heading towards the door.

“Violet,” he called.

I stopped in my tracks, turning slowly to face him.

“You seem excited,” he said, lifting a brow.

I walked back to where he sat.

“That’s because I have a job interview,” I said proudly.

“Wow,” my father said, newly surprised, a small smile on his lips. “You have never worked a day in your life.”

“That’s because you had money and didn’t have to work. But now I have to. It’s my turn to take care of you.”

For a moment, he didn’t speak. He just stared at me, his expression a mixture of pride and sadness.

“I have to go now,” I said.

“Good luck, darling,” he replied.

I rushed out the door, headed straight to my car, got in, and within seconds I was out of the estate.

I turned the music up loud in my car. I felt good, really, really good. The sun was out. The weather was amazing. Today was going to be a good day. I could feel it.

When I got to Greenwood Enterprise, my heart began racing fast.

“Calm down,” I told myself. They were the ones who called for the interview, so that meant I stood a chance. And I was going to take that chance.

When I got into the reception, there were a lot of other people seated there. I walked up at the receptionist.

“Good morning,” I said cheerfully.

She lifted her head and stared at me in the most condescending way ever.

“You’re here for the job interview, right?”

I nodded.

She pointed to an empty seat. “Wait for your turn.”

I walked slowly to the seat. Well, that was rude, but I wasn’t going to let that spoil my mood. Today was a good day, and nothing was going to change that.

Everyone went in one after the other, and after about three hours, it finally got to my turn.

“fainly ,” I said as I walked into the office.

I took my seat. As he went through the file in front of him, the man looked like he was in his early thirties, or probably mid-thirties. He looked young. I tried to read the expression on his face, but I couldn’t really tell.

“What’s your name?” he asked without lifting his head.

Violet Lancaster 

Immediately, his eyes snapped up.

“Did you say Lancaster?”

I nodded with a small smile.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at me awkwardly.

Then he leaned forward slightly.

“Are you by any chance the granddaughter of Jeremy Lancaster?”

“Yes, I am,” I said proudly.

He didn’t say anything again.

After a second, he burst out laughing.

I didn’t understand what exactly was funny.

“Why are you laughing?” I asked, annoyed.

“Wait,” he said in between laughs. “So your family’s company actually went bankrupt?”

I didn’t reply, and my silence was all the answer he needed.

“Oh my God,” he said, placing a hand over his mouth. “Your family actually fell from grace to grass. How does it feel being poor?”

Was this man being serious right now?

I folded my hands over my chest. “I didn’t come here to discuss my family’s problems with you.”

Immediately, the amused expression on his face dropped.

“How audacious of you, talking back at me. Do you know who the hell I am?”

“I don’t care who you think you are.”

A couple of years ago, I actually tried partnering with your family’s company. But guess what?”

“What?” 

“Your son of a bitch father turned me down. And now, a couple of years later, his daughter wants to work for me?”

“Get up and get the hell out of my office.”

“What?” I said, stunned.

“This interview is over. You didn’t get the job.”

“But you didn’t even interview me.”

“I don’t care.” He folded his hands over his chest. “If you don’t leave, I’m going to call security on you.”

I picked up my bag and walked out of there.

Every single atom of joy I had felt leaving my house this morning—it was all gone now.

I didn’t know why I was excited. I should have expected something like this from the beginning.

When I got to my car, I just sat there. I didn’t know when the tears started rushing out of my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them. This wasn’t how today was supposed to be.

I rested my head on the steering wheel.

Suddenly, a knock landed on my window.

I looked up, startled. Someone stood there.

Immediately, I got out of my car.

What I saw surprised the hell out of me.

It was the same man from the coffee shop. He had a cheeky smile on his face.

“How can I help you?” I said, not intending for my tone to be rude, but I wasn’t in a good mood, so I didn’t care.

He pulled something from his pocket, and when he handed it to me, it was my ID.

“You stole my ID card?” I said, annoyed.

He shook his head. That smile fell from his lips.

“I just borrowed it.”

“How was your job interview?” he added.

I lifted a brow. “And how do you know about that?”

He chuckled. “I did a background check on you.”

“Are you kidding me?” I said in a stern tone.

“No, I’m not,” he said so casually, like we were having a normal conversation. “But I have a proposition for you.”