ELENA

I have an interview today at the HCP, and I cannot be late as my first impression. I am running around in my white long sleeve dress with my v-neck tight crop and black block fluffy heels as I let my hair down. I take my purse in my hand as I run downstairs to my dad who's leaving for a church service after applying some lip gloss of my lips.

"Let me guide you with a prayer." How can I forget.

My dad puts a few words before God, and he calls me a cab to take me to the company. A few minutes later I am walking towards the door of the big black beautifully built building that probably looks like they took their time building it. I glare around until I have noticed that I am being weird and I decide to head in.

Before I could go shook of the inside, I am cut offguard.

"You must be here for the interview, this way." A young active lady says in her blonde hair and skinny suit.

She takes me to the waiting room where I am waiting with other girls, each one of us waiting for her turn to be called. I go through my phone to push the time until I am called in.

Since I am already a healthy eater and exercising person, things run smoothly for me except one tricky question which I was not expecting at all or neither did I think about it.

"Do you intend to fall pregnant?" Wow.

After my interview, I walk to town to catch some lunch as they said they would call if I got the job or not. I was actually thinking they would take about days or weeks before they actually do that, but as I am busy having lunch, a call reaches my phone.

"Miss Sam." The caller says.

"Yes, speaking?" I ask.

"This is Clara from HCP, where you had an interview earlier on." She states, and I nod. I knew her voice was familiar. "I'm calling to let you know that you got the job, you can start tomorrow. I'll send you everything in detail via email." She continues, and I kick a leg in excitement.

"Thank you so much. Bye." I try to sound less excited.

I call Patricia and Isabella and we all meet up at Isabella's place and celebrate. As I had informed my dad first thing, I find him yet he prepared a beautiful dinner for us.

"My sweetheart, I'm so proud of you." These are my father's words that end the day. Is it not what makes every kid out there happy? Their parents being proud of them.

Dinner goes by great with my dad, but every minute I spent with him I regret what I do behind his back. Just yesterday I slept over at a hotel with some guy. I lied to him and said I was at one of my aunt's house. If he calls her, I'm dead but I'm pretty sure I was much convincing.

The next thing I am in my room, sitting before my big mirror as I have just took a bath. I decide to think about my crazy night, never done that before. I mean, of course I've been out night clubbing several times but I have never had to sleep with a random guy and wake up beside him in the morning only to make love to him again. The face of the guy I now seem to have forgotten his name fleshes before my eyes.

-BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I wake up to the most annoying sound of my life. I groan as I stretch my arm to grab my phone on the side of my bed and I dismiss the alarm. I get off yawning as I make my way to the bathroom, 6am and I start preparing for work.

To end things, I get in my white shirt with my brown two piece crop top to match with a brown skirt and I get in my high thigh brown lather block heel boots that match my outfit perfectly. I carry my purse as I pony tail my hair with two strings of it hanging loose before my face and my dad drops me off for my first day at work.

"Have a blessed day, honey." He says.

"Thanks, dad." I give him a hug before I step off the car and into the building.

I surely read them emails from Clara last night. The face of HCP has got to look like one without even having to be asked. So, all eyes on me buu! I walk through the building door and I am still the screen to watch, even have Clara shook herself who eventually approaches me.

"Miss Sam. Good morning." Clara asserts. She's so nice.

"HI, I hope I'm not anyhow late." I release.

"No, you're actually on time. The boss is waiting for you, this way please." She leads me to the elevator which we join together.

I see her clicking the buttons and she hits the 7nth floor, which after a few minutes that felt like an hour to me, we reach. I let her step out first and I follow behind. Wow, this floor is so unique. Not crowded, beautiful view outside and free snacks and fruits on your way to the boss's office as you walk on the soft cushioning mat. I have literally been looking around.

We finally reach the boss's office, as I am not aware until I have stepped into so much luxury in a office. I turn my face to the big glass table and the so called boss is sitting with the back of his big designed lather chair on us. As he has his other hand swinging in the air, tossing a pen in his hand, I recognize the bit of the tattoo showing. A cross surrounded by a bunch of handwritings.

It can't be him. I say in my mind as I even shake my head and wear a smile. Cannot let my mind play tricks with me, I have got to impress the boss. Clara approaches the table as she firstly clears her throat.

"Um...sir, Miss Sam is here." Clara alerts him.

"Right." Okay, as he speaks. I feel spines of his voice going down by body.

He slowly turns and my Jaws drop to the ground with my eyes widened up at the image I am seeing before my eyes. My smile has just been lost into this room as I even feel like my throat has just went dry. I can see he is surprised also, none of us were expecting this. Dammit, Elena. This guy's card was written Mr Harris, but I guess I just did not think I would find myself anywhere close at a club with the young hot CEO of HCP.

JUSTIN

"Clara, could you please excuse us." I pardon, and Clara leaves with a smile which sometimes I wonder how she is able to keep up with it.

I look at 'Miss Sam', and she has her hand to her chest of shock. Firstly, she looks good. I stand up as I notice her goofy behavior, and I catch her before she can fall as I put her on my office couch.

"Don't touch me, please. Sir." She let's out, and I chuckle as I back off.

"Isn't it strange to call a guy you've heard sex with sir, we should be on first names term." I say, receiving a cold eye from her. "I'm guessing you lost my card, cause if you had saved it you would have known its me." I continue, and she loudly clears her throat.

"Right. It got flushed off by mistake." Her eyes fill the entire office room at her saying.

God, I feel like telling her how pretty she looks. But this is the girl who is going to be the face of HCP, probably she is going to want us to be professional. Although, i feel like telling her that I went back to look for her but also, she did not ask me to. I groan as I decide to be serious, cause this girl is going to be the end of me.

I head back to my desk as I take my sit, and I pull out a file for her.

"You're office is the second one on your left just after you exit this room." I say. "Come back if you don't understand anything in the file." I continue, giving her the file as she walks out and I am left scratching my chin.

Vincent has got to hear this.

My day goes by and Vincent arrives for lunch at my office. He storms in and I am guessing he must be excited about what I have to tell him. I let him sit as we order in, and we chill at my office lounge space.

"My man, she's the face of HCP." Vincent and I have started talking about Miss Sam, and he chuckles at my saying.

"You're the goat, man. You're the man." Vincent compliments, and I literally bend my head of the credit.

Clara walks in with her slim body in a lousy two piece suit with her stilletto heels, her blonde hair let to the ground and she has our orders in her hand which are not much so she managed. She walks towards us with her smile as she places the big paper bag before us on the mini glass table I have between the sofas.

"Your order sir." Clara says.

"Thank you, Clara." I affirm. "Has Miss Sam went out for lunch yet?" I continue, and Clara puts her index finger to her lips to regard thinking.

"I don't think so, she's never been out of her office since morning." Clara replies. "I'll check on her just after attending a client, sir." She continues.

As she walks out, I take my attention back to my dear friend who has also always managed to put a smile on my face and we continue where we left.

"As I was saying." I firstly trail off, crossing my leg over another as I take out my salad from the paper bag. "I think..." I pause as my office door shoots open.

It walks in Miss Sam, but she does not seem okay. She walks slowly in her boots as she cannot even notice us and she heads straight to my table and drops the file. She has her hand on her noise like someone who is sniffing a bad smell, but I notice her red nose as she sniffs.

"Miss Sam." I call out before she leaves, and she startles as she looks like surely she was not expecting anyone to be in.

"Mr Harris, sorry. I thought there was no one here." She utters, approaching as she looks like she is studying Vincent's face. She must have seen him at the club.

"That's okay. Are you okay?" I inquire and she starts to look shook that I asked that.

"Yes, I'm okay. Just need some energy." She lets out, and I prepare my lunch well for her.

"Here, have this." I offer, which she tries to decline firstly. "Miss Sam." I continue, and she takes the food after a sigh as she leaves.

ELENA

I can literally feel Mr Harris's eyes together with his friend's stuck on me as I walk away from them. It begins to feel like a thousand steps to the door, and i don't want them thinking that I am shaking my ass for them. Especially when I try to walk fast.

Finally, I am walking into my not small and not big office. Fancy enough for my style, a mirror for my beauty styling, a book shelf, a table designed like Mr Harris 's but this one not made of glass. I put the food he offered on my table as I take out a tissue from the tissue box I have had on my desk since morning. I blow my noise as I even head to the bathroom to wash my hands.

I do not know what is going on with me. I was feeling okay and then out of a sudden my nose started to feel blocked and I am sneezing none stop. I have a sit on my table as I have a little bite of the salad and the next thing I feel too tired to even raise a hand to my mouth.

_6pm

"Miss Sam!" I am waken up by a loud voice calling my name, and I raise my head to see Clara at my door step and she quickly approaches my table.

"Clara. What time is it?" I ask, trying to stand up from my chair but I turn to be unstable.

"It's 6pm, you were supposed to be at home at 5pm." Clara replies. "Are you okay?" She continues, and I feel a sudden headache striking as I even groan and Clara holds me for support.

"I just need to get home. Thank you, Clara." I say as I take my purse and I make my leave.

I catch a cab as it drops me off at my place. I find my dad nowhere around the house but he has left a note to let me know that he went for a late night prayer, and I head straight to bed. I take a short shower as I get under my blankets, still have not figured out what is wrong with me yet.

The following morning hits, and I still keep my time but i feel weak. I still hesitate to work, I cannot call in sick yet I've barely spent even days there. I take a long bath to an extend that my dad has to get me out of the bathroom. I apply my lotion and cosmetics and I put on my undies. I get in my mauve lather caco pant to match with my white uptight crop top and I wear my black block heels which eventually get hidden by the length of my caco pant.

"Sweatheart, you don't seem okay at all." My dad says.

"I'll be fine, dad. Work's got to come first." I let out as I head to work.

I walk through the building wearing my mask, and this day Clara is nowhere to be found. I head straight to my office which I just can't wait to reach so I could have a seat. So, as soon as I get there I throw myself on the chair.

History repeats itself.

JUSTIN

I arrived at work at 8am sharp, have not seen Miss Sam until the time strikes lunch time. As we have a meeting with our clients after lunch, I decide to pull over by her office just to remind her incase it has slipped her mind. Plus,  a huge part of me enjoys being around her presence.

"Miss Sam." I knock on the door, without receiving a reply. I knock yet again and there's still no reply.

I look sideways before I touch the door handle and swing it to open, and I am shook to see her with her head on her table and her hair all over her face. Her position gets me worried, so I quickly approach her.

"Elena!" I call out as I shake her, but she looks...helpless. Oh, no.

I quickly lift her up from her chair, carrying her in bridal form to my office as I lay her on the couch. I generate some air for her using one of the files as I yell out.

"Lisa!" And she comes in running in her heels. "Call doctor Anthony, now. Tell him it's urgent. " I continue.

Within a blink of an eye, doctor Anthony is here and he runs some tests on Elena. I sit worried beside Elena, wanting to hold her hand but Lisa is right here, glaring at me like she is expecting me to do something like that. So to be able to hold my hands to myself, I clinch them together before my face.