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CHAPTER 3

I rant about my whole day and tell him the atrocious remarks from different managers. He doesn't cut me off, he is just listening and paying attention to my misery. After taking three shots of whiskey, I decided to call it a day.

"Bene Gilberto, I should be leaving. Maybe I'll try some other thing tomorrow."

Standing up from my seat, I notice a group of men, dressed neatly in black suits like they belong to the FBI or they belonged in a 70's Mafia flick, and walking out of the pub.

The suited men were undeniably gorgeous so I wasn't surprised when the ladies in the pub gawked shamelessly at them.

Two men in black suits remained in the pub. As they walk out, one walks in my direction, maybe with the intention of ordering a drink, as he reaches the counter, where I stand, he places a card and shifts it closer to my face.

"I heard you might be looking for a job." He says

"Yes?" ignoring the attention I am attracting, I respond grittily.

"I've got a job for you. Call the number on this card to get all the information you need."

Without waiting for my response, he leaves the pub with his partner in front of him. I control myself from screaming out of elation because I didn't see it coming. I don't even have a qualification or certificate but someone is offering me a job.

"Gilberto, I can't believe this!"

"You, my friend, must have just caught the eye of the owner of this fine establishment."

"What? That was the owner?"

"No! That's his henchman."

Grabbing the card with enthusiasm, I quickly put the business card inside my purse.

"If you really want a job Lily, you wouldn't hesitate to call the number on that card."

"I will do that my friend, as soon as I get home, addio Gilberto."

I don't remove my clothes when I get home. I remove the card from my purse, inhaling, exhaling, I dial the number.

"Buongiorno..."

"My name is Lily, a man gave me a business card and told me to call the number on it." I wasn't really good with the Italian language but in the course of the years I spent in Italy I learnt the basics, at least.

"You have been selected among those to be interviewed to work for DiCaprio's family. I will send you the time for the interview and the location. Goodluck Miss." She ended the call without waiting for my response.

I'm quite demoralised after finding out that they were others that were given this same card too.

"I won't even stand a chance in the interview." I mutter silently to myself.


Early in the morning, I wake up feeling anxious and queasy about the interview. I shower, before getting dressed in my black jeans, tucking it in with my turquoise blue shirt and wearing a black sneakers to go with it. The jeans are skin tight, bringing out my shape, making me feel awkward but that's the best I've got. I untie my hair from its bun, making it fall straight to my shoulder. My hair wasn't that long anymore, I had it trimmed after leaving Tudor.

Picking the card, confirming the location, I walked into the streets. I ordered a taxi that cost 5 euros to reach the location.

This is the only house here. No it can't be a house. It's a castle, and only some one who makes more than 500 euros in a minute could afford this.

The man at the entrance turns to my direction, noticing my bewilderment, "come posso aiutarti Miss?"

"I can't really speak Italian, but I'm here for a job interview."

"Okay Miss. Follow me." He replied in a formal tone.

The building was really a castle. Bold on the blue beyond. It stood there like it was conjured from a child's storybook. It was perfect. I imagined unicorns in the courtyard, because if those towers could exist, why not Unicorns?

Every stone was even and square, like those who built it had their minds set on perfection. It seems they really loved what they made. There were walls made to protect those that were living inside.

It was entirely different inside. Outside was made traditionally exquisite, but the inside was voguish and sophisticated. There were Murano crystal chandeliers draping from panelled ceilings. Their walls feature ornate trim and one-of-a-kind painted murals, and floors are covered in glossy wood or marble with plush area rugs strewn about for added comfort.

There was no way I would be privileged to work here.

I couldn't even get a job in a bar, why would I be qualified to work in a castle like this. Leading me through the foyer, I see another guard at the hallway, to my right is a door to a room. A guard is at the entrance guarding it too.

"lei è una di quelle selezionate per il colloquio."

I hear them mutter words in Italian, before the guard at the entrance of the room, goes into the room and comes out with a note pad and pen.

"Ms Lily?"

"Yes that's me."

"You may go inside and wait alongside with the others till it's your turn." He opens the door for me, when I enter inside the room, I stop dead in my tracks at what I see.

The ladies inside the room are dressed extravangantly. Beautiful hairdo and lovely make-up. The ladies look stunning compared to what I was wearing and how I appeared.

"He was right. I could never make it far no matter where I run to." I mumur to myself.

Taking a seat quietly at the far end corner of the room, I'm too diffident to approach anyone. I can hear silent whispers and smirks at my direction. I ignore them, sitting quietly and awaiting my trial.

I sat for hours which felt like few minutes to me when the man who gave me the business card entered the room.

"Ms Lily, it's your turn."

Ok, I know I won't get this interview, but at least I need to be confident. Standing up from where I sat, I inhale and exhale before arranging my shirt nervously; I follow the guard out of the room.

"I can do this." I whisper to myself with an edgy voice.

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