The baby contract novel Chapter 2

 Carla smoothed down her pencil skirt for the fifth time. She had decided to go for something professional and not too dressy. Even if she was going to be a receptionist, she was determined to give it her all. She looked at herself in the mirror again and smiled. She was satisfied with what she saw and she turned to go out. 

 She locked her door securely behind her and stood, waiting for a taxi. A guy passed by and whistled . Carla ignored him and smiled secretly to herself. She was used to having such effects on men, she knew. Her phone rang then and she checked the checked the caller ID. It was Jenny. She picked on the first ring. 

 " Hey sweetie " Jenny said from the other end. 

 " Hi darling" Carla replied. " How are you? Have you gotten there yet? Should I call back?" Jenny asked all the questions at once. 

 " Hey..... Calm down " Carla laughed a little before she continued, " I'm good and No, I'm not there yet. I'm waiting for a taxi and No, you can't call me back. Let's talk now 'cause I'm fucking anxious right now " Carla said gratefully" if only you know how anxious I am right now " she added. 

 " You'll be fine honey and don't hesitate to call me if you need anything, okay?" 

 " Hmm" Carla answered

 " And one more thing, you have my blessing to kick the man in the balls if he turns out to be a pervert and try anything funny "

 " Sure,, trust me " Carla winked, even though she knew Jenny couldn't see her. She waved down the taxi coming in her direction. She got in and occupied herself with games on her phone. She tried to calm down her nerves but it sure wasn't working. Her hands started to shake slightly. She hoped the interview would go well and that she was wrong about those ridiculous requirements/ conditions or whatever. Her new working place-to-be was not too far and she arrived there in twenty minutes. 

 The building looked local and small. For a minute, she thought she got the wrong place and checked her phone for confirmation. She turned out to be right and immediately felt sick. She had no choice but to go in and find if it was any better there. To her dismay, it was much more worse inside. Everywhere looked untidy and files lay cluttered everywhere. The receptionist's desk was empty, of course, but that was not enough reason for it to look like a haunted place. In fact, the whole place looked like a haunted house. 

 Carla looked horrified, wondering what she had gotten herself into. A man was seated at a desk a few steps from the receptionist desk. It looked like a cubicle, where he sat and not a big, air-conditioned office. 

 " Hello " she greeted. The man, John Sanders looked up and pushed his glasses up. He was chubby, No, fat to be precise, Carla noticed. The man motioned for her to come over. Carla didn't miss the way his hungry eyes roamed over her body, undressing her with his eyes and letting his eyes linger on her hips for like a minute or two. Carla looked disgusted and knew he saw the expression on her face. His face cleared and he seemed to compose himself but not for long. The fat *as didn't even answer her greetings, Carla thought, feeling like punching his fat head. 

 " So you applied for the job of a receptionist, huh?" He asked, checking her out, his eyes stayed longer on her cleavage and he gulped., Carla threw him a glare, not wanting to be anywhere near him. She wanted to be out of this horrible place, she started to panic. 

 " Yes sir " she replied anyway. She brought out her qualifications and reached out to give him but he held up his hands to decline.