Where I Belong

Lexie's Home

“Well, thank you for your time.” I smiled, shaking her hand.

Diana returned my grin, “We’ll let you know as soon as we’re done interviewing the others. So you should hear from us by Friday at the latest.”

I smiled and got up from the leather chair, turning to leave the office.

“And Nikki? I’m very pleased with your resume.” She grinned.

I smiled and skipped down the hallway.

Putting my hand on the cold, silver doorknob, the door openedm revealing Brent on the other side. My grinned vanished.

“I hope it went as well as you think,” he smirked.

I grinned, “I know it did.”

I stepped around him, into the lobby.

“Oh, Brent! As our new Vice President, we’ve decided you need to make the call for the new fashion interns, since Human Resources is too busy this week. You don’t mind, do you?” Someone behind be began talking to him. I stepped back, and waited on Brent’s side of the closed door.

When their conversation began to dwindle, I asked the receptionist for a Sticky-Note.

He turned around when he heard my voice.

Smiling, I scribbled down seven digits. “Call me.”

He grinned, sliding the yellow squared piece of paper into his breast pocket. “Will do.”

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“So how’d it go?” Rihanna asked, her voice travelling from my cell phone.

“She liked me. So I think it went pretty good…” I sighed. I was in my bedroom, holding a pink crop top to my shirtless chest.

“Do you know when you find out?”

“Yeah, I think she said the latest was Friday…” I said, throwing the shirt on my bed.

“Cool!” she exclaimed.
“Hey what are you wearing tonight?” I asked her, sighing and sitting on top of the pink crop top.

“It’s like a tan, grey and black…” she said.

“Kay. So should I get fancy?” I asked, having no idea what to wear.

I heard a knock on my bedroom door, then the door opening. I threw the shirt over my chest as Lexie walked in- my roommate.

“Lexie’s home!” Lexie chimed as she pushed her hair back.

“Who are you talking to?” she mouthed.

“Friend, “I mouthed back, just as Rihanna was saying yes.

“So like what I wore last night? Or little less fancy?” I asked.

She laughed, “If I matters so much, a little less fancy. Anything you pick you can make it rock there!”

I smiled, “Ok… So what time’s pick up?”

“We have reservations for 8:30.” She said.

“So like 8?” I assumed, getting up to walk to the closet to find a bra. I glanced at the time; it was 7:20.

“Yeah. Oh and what’s your address?” she asked.

I gave her my address as Lexie turned on the TV.

I threw Lexie the death stare- she turned it down.

“Sounds perfect. See you in a bit…” she laughed. The phone clicked off. I held it to my ear for another second or two before I put it down, a grin plastered to my face.