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Go On Bro0January 3, 2021 at 8:06 am #1425805
“I like you Folashadé,” Janet, the interviewer, commented as the interview was coming to a close. “Do you think you can come in this afternoon, at… two o’clock to meet the King’s Private Secretary,” she asked, leaving me confounded. I knew Janet was a woman of color just by her voice over the phone, but I didn’t know she was so eager to have me come in.
“Y-yes, ma’am! O-of course,” I stuttered unintentionally.
“Perfect, love! I’ll put that on his calendar. His name is Sir Christopher Lewin, please do not forget when you arrive at Windsor,” she stated before she gave me directions to enter Windsor Castle and where I had to go within it. I graciously thanked her for the interview and she accepted as she wished me luck. Immediately afterward, I received an email with the confirmation of my two o’clock appointment.
I rushed out of my room and into Ezra’s as he was mumble-singing with his headphones in his ear. He randomly covered his face with his hands as he moved his body and bobbed his head to the rap music blasting in his ears.
“She likes the way that I dance, she likes the way that I move,” he sang, turning around to dance toward me. “She likes the way that I rock, she like the way that I woo,” he continued to sing out loud as he did some weird dance move at the word ‘woo’. Here he goes, reminiscing on New York music.
I knocked his headphones off of his head and interrupted whatever hood ass fantasy he was having with himself. “She doesn’t like the way that you don’t do shit,” I interrupted him as he frowned at me, his music still blasting from his headphones.
“Sounds like a what… a hating ass broad,” he retorted dismissively.
“Whatever motherfucker,” I shoved him as he laughed.
“So did you get the job, sis,” he inquired. I shook my head, only because I haven’t received a decision yet.
“Not yet. They want me to go up there today to meet the King’s Private Secretary,” I informed him as I stared out the bedroom window. I was really going to work as a secretarial assistant.
“If it’s a man, make sure that if he tries some shit, you spray that son-of-b---h like your life is on the line,” Ezra replied, his voice laced in seriousness.
“I don’t think I can bring weapons into the castle,” I wondered, now that I’m thinking about it.
“D--n, that’s some shit. Well, good thing you can fight,” he chuckled. It was all because of the times Ezra and I used to throw hands at each other when we were younger, but now the height difference between us was too significant; he was 6’2″ and I was 5’5″. At this point, all he had to do was throw my ass across the room if he wanted to. “Good luck though. If you’re deciding to stay, then you’re going to need it,” he shrugged as he placed his headphones back on.
“She said she wanna pop one pill! Baby try two! Why would I f--k one b---h when I could f--k two!” That was the last thing I heard from Ezra before I closed the door behind me.
I was sitting across from Janet Newton, Sir Christopher Lewin, and Vice-Admiral Marcus James. Janet was the Human Resources manager, Christopher was the King’s Private Secretary, and Marcus was the Master of the Household. I only knew Janet’s role and a bit of Christopher’s but that’s about it. I didn’t quite understand why Marcus was there.
“So Folashadé, we see that you are an immigrant from the States, is that correct,” Janet searched, and I nodded along with a verbal confirmation. “Now, for you to work for the Royal Household, you must apply for a work visa. Work visas are good if you’re an immigrant that wants to work but can’t get citizenship. Depending on the length, it can last a year to five years,” she informed me as I took in all the information. A year was all I needed, it was perfect!0January 3, 2021 at 8:07 am #1425806
I finished the rest of the interview smoothly. I was told that I will need to get fingerprinted and that if I am selected, I should receive a certificate of sponsorship from the Royal Household via email.
As I was leaving the office of the Royal Household, I was unfortunate to learn that it was raining, terribly. A guard came to my side, presumably to escort me to the exit gate. “Come on,” he motioned, preparing to step from the shelter we were under. He’s got me f----d up if he thinks I’m stepping out into the rain. I may have had my hair pulled back into a low puffy ponytail, but the amount of gel it took to even get it to lay this flat was ridiculous. This hairstyle needed to last me a good four days at least.
“Uh uh, I need an umbrella,” I informed him, staying put in my stance.
He turned back to me and tilted his head a bit. I tilted mine the opposite way. Did I stutter?
“Listen, ma’am. I have a job I have to return to. It’s just rain,” he drawled, openly annoyed.
“It’s rain to you, but once I leave this castle I have to walk down that steep hill again while it pours,” I defended. Was he not understanding where I was coming from? “Can we just wait for a few minutes, please,” I begged in a softer tone. I didn’t want my hair or the only suit I owned to get ruined in this rain.
The man stared at me for a while as he tightened his lips and breathed heavily through his nose. “No, let’s go,” in one swift movement, the guard grabbed me by my wrist and began tugging me.
“Wait,” I bellowed.
“Wait,” a separate voice shouted.
The guard and I turned our attention to the third voice. It was a man with long blonde hair that stopped at the base of his neck. His eyes were a piercing bright blue, and he seemed to walk with this strong elegance in strides. Was he a Royal?
I immediately confirmed my suspicion when the guard unlatched his fat ass sausage fingers from around my wrist and quickly bowed. “Good afternoon, Your Royal Highness,” the guard greeted as he tapped me to do the same. I nervously bowed the same way the shitty guard did and repeated his words poorly.
“Good afternoon, Your Highness—.”
” Royal,” the guard hissed.
“Greetings, Your Royal Highness,” I corrected myself. Are you happy motherfucker? I don’t even have the job yet and this guy was already being a stick up my ass.
I stood up the moment I saw the guard standing straight. The Royal figure, likely a prince, didn’t look exactly like the one I saw on TV yesterday but he looked very similar and younger.
“What’s going on,” he inquired, directing his interrogation to me.
“I’m just trying-.”
“Sir. Begin your sentences with ‘sir ‘ when speaking to His Royal Highness,” the guard demanded, venom laced in his voice.
“Okay, well, how am I supposed to know that,” I quickly shot back at the interrupting cow, giving him a deep scowl. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the alleged-prince. “Anyway,
Sir ,” I put emphasis on the word. “I’m trying to catch the next bus but as you can see, it’s pouring down raining, and this guard doesn’t have an umbrella to lend me,” I explained, leaving out the part when the guy was about to force me into the rain.
“And I assume, you’re not going in this rain while your hair is exposed, correct,” he hypothesized, and I confirmed with a nod. “Well, being the gentleman I am,” he grabbed the umbrella that his guard had been holding. “And because I don’t want your hair to get ruined, you can borrow mine,” he handed me the umbrella.
To be continued……0January 3, 2021 at 8:10 am #14258070January 4, 2021 at 6:05 am #1425879ValentineAdmin
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please be adding episode numbers0January 4, 2021 at 3:07 pm #1425920GraceMember
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