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C2 The Interview

Bella’s POV

I am going to kill Lucy for this. The bitch had to get sick just this week when she had to go interview some CEO of a new company or something...I can't really remember.

Daniel is gonna be mad if I don't get home before curfew. Daniel was Lucy's brother. Daniel, Lucy and I had been living together since we moved to Seattle for college. The Keringtons were a well-known family in North America, that's how Lucy got this interview in the first place. I always used to tease them for their title- the Keringtons!! It cracked me up every time.

They were so unbelievably rich but quite humble.

Anyway, so I'm 18 but in the 3rd year of college because I'm super smart. My family had been friends with the Keringtons for as long as I can remember, I basically grew up with them ever since...well, ever since that fateful night. I shuddered at the thought of it.

And now here I am, in my car. Driving to Vancouver to interview someone I don't even know the name of nor did I get the time to even do some research. Hell, I don't even know if it's a man or a woman I’m interviewing. This is not gonna go well.

An hour later

Fuck!

Did the car have to break down just now?

Why? Why did these things happen to me only? The devil must really like me…….that's not a pleasant thought.

I stood beside my car near the pavement as cars zoomed past me.

Lucy quite literally pushed me out of the house, mumbling some incoherent words of which I was only able to make out that I had to go interview someone as she handed me a file which had the address and thrust a bag in my hands which had all the things I would need as stated by her…..I think.

I should probably get a little intel about the person I'm about to interview, I thought, looking through the window of my car at the white manila folder sitting beside the driver's seat.

Anyway, back to the problem at hand, I thought, looking at my car.

Vancouver was a big city, its streets were always bustling and busy. People hurriedly walked by, going about their business, not giving the slightest notice to the girl standing beside the shiny blue beat-up car.

I looked down at the scruffy white leather watch strapped to my wrist as a panicked look crossed my face.

I still had an hour's ride ahead of me and it was already 10.

There was no way I'd be able to make it there by 11. The mechanic alone could take much more than an hour if there was something wrong with the engine block or one of the head cylinders. That's right, I knew something about cars but not enough to fix one.

I let out a deep, heavy sigh as I went in search of a mechanic.

I entered a mediocre shop since I had little or no budget at all.

The shop was quite well kept I must say, given its outlook.

There were two men standing in there, one seemed to be in his forties and the other in his fifties. Both of them had been engaged in some paperwork placed on the table in front of them.

They turned around, getting up when they heard the bell ring attached to the door of their Auto Repair shop.

Both their eyes widened as their pupils dilated when their gaze fell upon me. Their eyes trailed down my fair soft-skinned body. Lingering on my breasts for quite a while as they took in its enormous size.

The one in his forties licked his lips as his gaze remained fixated on my long lean legs, exposed to his hungry gaze since my black pencil skirt came up to only my upper thighs.

A shiver crawled up my spine as I sensed their dark gazes on me. My face screwed up in disgust as I tried to converse but not a word came out, I was too nervous and scared.

The young one in his forties who was a blonde finally found his voice, " Well miss, how can we help you?" He said, giving me a smirk, it didn't seem friendly in the least. He still gave me that unnerving look like he was stripping me naked with his eyes. I was getting a bit uncomfortable.

Damn it! In a hurry, I'd mistakenly worn Lucy's clothes and since she was much shorter than me, the skirt's end just reached the end of my butt and the red blouse clung to my chest. She was much lacking in that area than me. She was an A-Cup and I was a C-cup. The blouse was literally choking my breasts.

I needed to get out of here…...fast. But if I went in search of another shop, I'd be too late for the interview.

I swallowed my pride and spoke up," Um, well, my car broke down and I'd like to leave it here till it gets fixed. I can pick it up around 3-ish", I said my voice wavering at the end, not sounding confident in the least.

The one in his fifties spoke up for the first time, "Of course, Ronnie here will bring it into the garage at the back." The older one said, nudging the blonde guy.

"Oh! ok, it's parked near the Aroma cafe down this street, I think a couple blocks down. It's a Chevrolet Spark. " I responded, my voice a little steady now but I was still cautious of them. I incessantly tried to pull my skirt down but it was of no use.

I let my hands fall by my sides, having nothing to do with them.

Ronnie's face curled up into a smirk as he again hit me with that piercing gaze like a devil admiring his prey.

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