Chapter 5 (Harder, Harder Finn!)

(Joyce's POV)

"Harder, Harder, Finn! Oh, you're right on my clit!!

Grab my boobs! Suck it, take it, it's all yours!"

Oh Finn, I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm fucking com..." (Ring, ring) then the alarm wakes me up.

I didn't know what I should be more anxious about as I woke up; the mad sex that I just had with Finn in my dream or the interview I had this morning at SCREAM TV.

I was drenched in sweat, even down my pants, or so I thought, until I realised it was just me getting wet in my sleep.

I covered my face on the bed in shame and amazement. It was 6:30AM. The scheduled interview on SCREAM TV was at 8 a.m. Luckily, I had no classes this morning, and even if I did, I'd skip them effortlessly.

I threw myself off the bed, and 20 minutes later, I was fighting with my earrings in the mirror. My outfit for today? With a white long sleeve and a black skirt, you can say I dressed just like a secretary.

Peter texted while I was having my breakfast. He was to meet me at SCREAM TV since he also wasn't having any classes in the morning and was to be my hype man. All done, I came back to the mirror and stared at myself to see if there was anything missing in my outfit.

My hair was well packed backwards. I rubbed a bit of red lipstick and applied some eye lashes to look presentable, and in my opinion, "I was anything but ugly" this morning.

"Good day, I'm Indigo. It would be a pleasure to work as a broadcaster for this lovely company. " I jokingly said to myself in the mirror while bowing down.

Just as I stepped out the door at 7:10AM, Kareen's text came in, "Good luck on your interview!! Tell me all about it when you get back! "

She always got me at the back of her heart. I put on a confident look and boarded a taxi to SCREAM TV. Her text had encouraged me to ace the interview.

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This massive skyscraper was only 1 kilometre away from the address Peter texted me. Without doubt, this should be the biggest and classiest skyscraper in Darlington right now. I opened my mouth in the taxi while staring at the building. We finally got to the entrance, and right then and there, my anxiety was aroused immediately as to what I saw.

I got out of the taxi and stood at the entrance staring at the huge skyscraper before me. Suddenly, I felt the touch of Peter on my shoulder.

"Are you ready?" asked Peter.

"Why are there so many people here this early?" I asked Peter in amazement instead.

"It's SCREAM TV, of course. What did you expect? We better get you inside quick before your vacancy is taken anytime soon," Peter said as he encouraged me forward.

Every second, people go in and out of the building like a dick thrusting a pussy. The place was more crowded than the most famous market in Darlington. I felt intimidated and swallowed a spittle before I followed Peter inside.

It turns out that they also have a section that produces newspapers inside the building, but what caught my attention instantly was this section filled with women answering endless, endless calls as they come through one by one.

We were lost in the busy scene for a moment before finding our way to a counter. The building was busy as hell, and we could easily get lost if we didn't know our way, so we learned to ask for directions from the man pressing a computer on a counter.

"G...Good day, sir. Please, where can we find the interview for the Broadcaster position?" Peter asked him in a stutter.

The man didn't even look at us after 5 seconds Peter asked the question.

"3rd floor, first office to your right. Are both of you applying? " He said, still staring and typing on his computer with his nerdy glasses.

"N No, Sir, she is the one applying. I accompanied her. " Peter said, trying not to stutter.

He finally stopped typing on the computer, gave a nonchalant stare at Peter, which made him gulp, and then at me. I forced a smile back.

"If that is the case, wait for her at that des.."

He suddenly stopped talking. His eyes had turned away from me and he was staring somewhere else with his mouth now open.

And then I noticed everyone had stopped talking in the building. The noise was dying down rapidly as they all stared in the same direction. The guy at the counter was staring.

For a moment, Peter and I looked at each other in confusion. I turned behind me rapidly and saw three beautiful hot girls walking into the building.

They sure didn't dress like any of the workers I have seen since I entered this building. One was dressed in a red bodycon gown, and it so much as hell brought out her curvaceous body. She looked 5'10 and her legs were sexy. I didn't have to be a man to be able to notice that.

She had curly blonde hair and blue eyes, and her facial features completed her beauty. The second girl wore a black skirt just like mine, but her body figure was nothing like mine because her hips were at the top of the chart. Her sexy belle button was showing in the harsh coloured sleeveless turtleneck neck top she was wearing. Her eyes were the same brown colour as her hair.

Then I saw the last one dressed like a nerd with glasses, but her looks weren't nerdy at all. She was dressed in a black trouser and a white long sleeve similar to mine, and she held files for the person she was speaking with as if her life depended on it.

"Sir Fernando I promise we tried to stop her, but you know we can't touch her! " She pleaded to the one man whom everyone's eyes were upon in the building as they walked past them to the elevator.

"I know it wasn't your fault, but I would still give you your birthday gift, dear." The mysterious man she was walking with to the elevator said as he rubbed her gently under her chin.

I saw someone that was dressed in the most unprofessional way possible at one of the three biggest broadcasting TV stations in the country. Not only that, but he was also accompanied by three sexy ladies.

"Tina." He called out to one of the ladies who were in charge of answering calls in a gentle tone while winking at her.

She blushes, instantly biting her index finger in her mouth and replying, "Good day, Sir Fernando."

Sir Fernando? I said in my thoughts.

Why would she address a man dressed in shorts and a T-shirt to a prestigious company as "Sir?" It's absurd that she's even flirting with him.

As they reached the elevator, with all eyes still on him and the three beautiful girls who accompanied him, he whispered something to the ears of the girl with the file.

I noticed she smiled back at him afterwards, and then he smacked her in the butt and grabbed it towards him with a devious smirk on his face.

"Ohhh," I let out, simultaneously covering my mouth in prayer that he didn't hear that. He had literally grabbed an employee's butt in the midst of a thousand workers, if not more.

"Who the fuck is this guy?" I said to myself as he stepped into the elevator with the other two ladies and winked at the one who he just grabbed her butt.