Title - In Love With Max Evans
Author - Ash_maxliz
Couple - M/L ofcourse! (TEEN)
Disclaimer - No, I dont own anything... unfortunately.
Summary (More like background )- No Aliens. Max and Mark Evans are brothers, as well as best friends. Mark is the oldest. They live with their parents. The Evans family is very rich. While Max is a stage-actor, Mark manages his father's company. Liz Parker is Mark's secretary.
A/N: I haven't edited the whole repost yet but I am planning to do so soon. Please ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes...
Anyway, on with the show...
Prologue
LIZ
Mmmm... pancakes? Sniff... yes, pancakes! Their smell is enough to wake me up.
I stretch my arms and sit up on the bed. I look around my new room. It isn't as big as the one at Grandma Claudia's but it isn't too small either. Just the right room for me. But it's beauty is hidden. Mainly because it's not clean and that my suitcases are here and there. Awww... what do you expect from me? Oh come on! I just arrived here (In L.A from Roswell) last night. I couldn't have done the unpacking thing when I felt like shit!
No, dont ask me about I managed to survive in the plane. God, I still feel like vomiting and my head still feels like shit. But more importantly, I'm starving! Maybe breakfast will help me feel better.
I stand up from my bed and open the window for some fresh air. Aaah... wait... there's no silence! After hearing the stupid cars, horning like crazy, I doubt my ears. I close the window before my eardrum would burst.
Phew! Now, there's some peace. You must be wondering why I'm so into peace and silence. Well... actually I came from Roswell. My Grandma owns the popular restaurant of Roswell-Crashdown. I used to work over there as a waitress.
Talking about waitressing... I miss Maria and Isabel, my two best friends. They're my life and my chicas. Oh. My. God! I forgot to call Micheal Guerin, Maria's boyfriend. Ria told me to call him as soon as I reach L.A.
Its been 14 hours since I have reached L.A and I still haven't called Mike. If Ria gets to know about this, she's gonna take the next flight to L.A and kick the shit out of me. I should probably call Mike before hurricane Maria gets to know about it.
"Hello?"
"Hello Micheal?"
"Yes, Micheal speaking. Who's this?"
"Yo Mike, it me!"
"Liz?"
"Yes dumbhead."
"LIZ! How are you? When did you reach L.A? How was your flight? What do you think of L.A?"
"Oh God! Micheal, slow down. You are throwing questions on me like tennis balls."
"Sorry Liz."
"You should be. Anyways, I'm just gonna answer your questions first."
"Go ahead."
"Ok. So first of all, I am okay. But I still feel like shit coz you know that me and aeroplanes dont really get along. I reached L.A last night. And my opinion about L.A... I dont know. It's still very early to judge L.A."
"Yeah. So, when're you coming?"
"Dinner? Could you pick me up?"
"Sure. How about 7?"
"Sounds great! Look, I gotta go downstairs. I really dont want Uncle Ed and Aunt Teresa to think of me as a careless bunny."
"Oh yeah! I know what you believe in: First impression is the last impression. Bye Lizzie."
"Adios!"
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Part 1
LIZ
"Good morning Aunt Teresa, Uncle Ed."
"Good morning, Lizzie. Take a seat." she says.
"Thanks, Aunt Ter-"
"Liz, you can call me Aunt only and your Uncle Ed, uncle only. You dont have to go for the long form."
"Good idea, Aunt... considering I'll be staying with you two for sometime."
"Well... I think more than sometime. Until and Unless you dont afford to buy a house, a car and other needs, you're not getting the hell out of here."
"But Aunt, I haven't even gotten a job yet. And besides, I dont wanna be a heavy burden for you-"
"Stop it right there, Liz. You're not a heavy burden for either of us. Just consider us as your parents just like we consider you as our daughter.We dont have any children... please give us the chance of looking after a young girl... even if she's 25." Uncle says.
I laugh at his last sentence. But soon my eyes fill with tears.
"I dont know how to thank you people. I-I... when I lost my parents 6 years ago, I thought I'll be deprived of love from elders. But you two and Grandma Claudia proved me wrong. Even handing you all the stars from the sky will be less to express my gratitude."
"Awww honey, come here."
Aunt pulls me into an embrace and a sob escapes from my lips. I bury my head in her shoulder and I hear her say,
"You dont have to thank us, Liz. Your prents had done a lot for us... and now we have got a chance to do something for their daughter so dont ruin it."
I pull out of her embrace.
"C-can I call you... 'mom'?"
I see unshed tears in her eyes and soon one tear rolls down her cheek.
"Ofcourse honey."
And this time I pull her into an embrace, showing her how much I love her already.
My uncle gets up from his chair and kneels down beside is.
"Hey! I dont wanna be left out, daughter and dear wife."
"Come here, dad."
And we both join him to the embrace.
"Awww... a group hug!" Dad says.
"More like a family hug." Mom corrects him.
This is what I call life. Even though my real parents, Jeff and Nancy Parker, died 6 years ago... I think they came back to life for me in the form of Ed and Teresa Dallas. I dont know but I guess I will make up for these last years with these guys. And something from the back of my mind tells me that L.A is gonna be fun. Is it just a feeling or is it gonna happen in reality in the near future? Well, lets wait and see.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Mom! I'm leaving!" I yell, walking down the stairs.
As I take my jacket, I hear mom say from the kitchen,
"Dont forget to take the keys, sweetie."
"Thanks for reminding me, mom!"
"And Liz, you are supposed to come back home before midnight, I know that you're 25 and everything but lets follow rules. OK?" Dad says from the living room.
"Got it, daddy!"
After closing the door behind me, I feel like I'm 15... when my parents would say the same things just as my new parents said. Once I blamed God for taking everything from me after my parents died but I thank Him now for giving me everything back in just one day.
"LIZ?!? COME ON!" Micheal shouts from his jeep. Typical Micheal and Maria thing-Impatience.
I run to his jeep and after putting 3 bags on the backseat, full of gifts from Maria for Mike, I hop into the front seat.
After pulling out of his embrace, he says
"Liz! How come you managed to look so beautiful and changed in just two weeks?"
"Top secret, Guerin." I say, grinning.
"Care to share it with me?"
"Maria will kill is both if she gets to know."
"Why?" he asks, making a puppy dog face.
I laugh.
"One thing you should know, I dont fall for puppy dog things. I'm an ass-kicker remember?"
"Ofcourse I remember. Anyway, you didn't answer my previous question."
"Those top secrets were told my Ria, Guerin."
"Ohh... I wouldn't want to know then. I dont want to face hurricane Maria."
For the rest of our journey, we fill each other with the things that happened with us during the last two weeks.
When we reach the restaurant, during the dinner he talks about his acting career. He's a stage-actor and this is his first break in a play. He's playing one of the main roles and I'm happy for him.
His old high school friend, whats his name again? Yeah... Maxwell Philip Evans bumped into him in Alberbeque and from there his career started.
Maxwell recommended Micheal's name to the play's director and the director instantly chose him for the role that Mike auditioned for. So now Mike plays a supporting role against the main lead actor, Maxwell and they have become quiet best friends.
"You should meet this guy, Liz.." he says, "He has to be the bestest friend in the whole wide world."
"Hey! You're letting me down, Mike!!"
"How?" he asks, confusedly.
"I thought I was your best friend!"
"Oh hun! You ARE! Maxwell is my male best friend and you're my female best friend. And you know I care for you more."
"I'm taking those words of yours as a good thing, Guerin."
"Thanks, Lizzie. So, what're your plans?"
"Well, I'll be job hunting. Your acting career thing sounds exciting but I so dont have any experience or potential for that."
"Oh yeah! I have seen that tape."
I was having the greatest day of my life and he just had to ruin it by mentioning that tape? Ok so its not THAT tape, its a tape made by none other than Isabel Jones when I had to audition for the role of 'Juliet' back in my senior year in high school.
That was one of the most embarassing days in my life. And it got more embarassing for me when Iz made that tape and I had to see it. I tried my best to get my audition right but I screwed it up big time.
Pam Troy would have gotten the role if it hadn't been for Iz. The next day she auditioned for the role and the teacher instantly chose her for the role. This is the reason why I didnt break that tape into million pieces...
I threatened Iz that I would break the tape into pieces if Pam Troy got the role and she didn't. Ria and Iz, not wanting to let go of the tape, promised me that Iz would become the 'Juliet'. So the whole night, she practised and practised with a little help from Ria and finally the next day she got the role of 'Juliet'.
I still remember how we three were dancing our ass off in the hallways of WRH. We were not embarassed coz we were known as the ass-kicking girls and guys used to follow us like dogs follow mailmen.
Well, guys still do chase me and not Ria and Iz coz they're involved in serious relationships with Mike and Alex respectively. As for me, I haven't been in a relationship since my parents died in a car accident.
* * * * * * * * * * *
After the dinner, I invite Mike to my place for hot chocolate. And after a lot of persuasion, he agrees.
So right now, we're sitting in my bedroom, on my bed, opening Ria's gifts.
"Phew! At last! Done!" Mike exclaims, after putting the last gift in the bag.
"Yeah. You know Ria."
"I sure do. So Liz, about your job hunting thing... I've got some news about a job that may interest you."
"Really? Tell me about it."
"Mark Evans, Maxwell's brother, is looking for a secretary. The interviews are to be held on Thursday..."
For more 20 minutes, he fills me with the information about this secretary thing and I agree to give it a go. He tells me that he will talk to Maxwell and everything will be ok. He advises me to just care about the interview as he'll handle it till there.
He does not guarantee me any thing and says that Mark Evans is a very strict person and does not go for recommendations. He believes in what he sees and in what he personally knows.
After he leaves, I hop in the bed after changing and brushing my teeth. Phew! What a day! I sure as hell am waiting for the interview. Mike told me that while Max is the south pole, Mark is the north pole. But still, both the brothers are best friends.
Truly speaking, I cant wait to meet these mystery Evans guys.
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Part 2
LIZ
Aargh! Where is this light coming from??
"Lizzie, wake up!"
I lie on my stomach and bury my head in the pillow.
"No, Mom! Lemme sleep."
"Shut up and get up! Its Thursday, your interview day." she reminds me and sits on the edge of my bed.
I sit up and force my eyelids to open so that I can glare at her.
"You suck." I mumble.
She laughs.
"I heard that young lady. Now go and get your ass in the washroom before I kick the shit out of you."
I look at her with wide eyes and my jaw hung open. Did she just say what I just heard?
She stands up and shakes her head, understanding my reaction.
"What? I do know how to talk in teenage language."
"Mom, we both know that me and you are adults."
"What're you suggesting?"
"Dont call it teenage language, Mom... it's more like 'shit language' coz it's full of shit." I say, while walkinh in the washroom.
"Dont slam the d-"
But before she finishes her sentence, I slam the door. Me and mom have become great friends in these four days. We had ladies day out yesterday and my mom is so cool. And we both were drunk so we did many things the ladies do when they're drunk... except having sex ofcourse! I mean she's a 37 year old woman and I'm a 25 year old womanso 12 years of age fidderence isn't a big deal to us. Hey, did I meantion she's in my 'best friends list'?
I brush my teeth, have a nice showerand apply Hugo Boss... my favourite!
As I walk down the stairs, I see my mom and dad... making out? Oh shit!! No, I have no intentions of seeing my 42 year old dad kissing his wife so I turn around. When I hear my mom moan, I cough loudly to attract their attention.
I hear a shriek from mom, Surprise, surprise momma?
"Are you guys done so that I can turn around?" I ask.
"Yeah." I hear dad say.
I turn around and see both my parents blushing.
"Thanks."
My mom nervously laughs.
"Sorry about that."
"What're you apologizing for, mom? I know you guys are married and making out in your own house is not against the law, you know? So, you guys carry on and I'll go grab breakfast, ok?"
I say, grinning and walk inside the kitchen.
"Bye sweetie." I hear dad say.
"Now go get back to work before I change my mind..."
" MOM!" I yell, reminding her my presence in the house.
"I take my words back." she says, aloud and walks in the kitchen.
"And Lizzie?"
"Yeah dad?"
"Best of luck."
"Thanks, dad! I love you!
"I love you too! Bye!"
"Yeah. Bye!"
And then I hear the sound of door shutting quietly... parents!
"So, I've heard that Mark Evans is a very handsome man?"
"MOM! He's gonna be my boss, if I get chosen, for God's sake!"
"Yeah, but what about Maxwell Evans? Micheal told me he's quite a hottie?"
"Mom, get that thought out of your mind!"
"Liz! You know, I was so shocked to learn that you have no boyfriend. A beautiful and sexy girl like you without a man is quite a news."
"Whatever, Mom. Besides, I've come here to work, not woo guys."
"But didn't you have one in Roswell?"
"I haven't dated anyone since my parents died."
After a minute of silence, she asks
"Why?"
"I dont know, Mom. Anyway, I'm leaving now. Just catching a taxi would take me an hour."
"Okay. Give me a call, ok?"
"Ok, Mom. Bye." I say, giving her a quick hug.
"Bye sweety! Best of luck to you!" she yells from the kitchen.
"Yeah Laterz." I say and open the door.
"Dont slam th-"
But before she finishes her sentence, I slam the door shut. She must have said the same thing like a million times but I do the opposite of it.
My parents were willing to buy me a car but I refused as I wanted a car from my own money. It would make me proud and self-satisfied. The've already done a lot for me and I dont wanna become a burden for them. Its still remains a surprise to me how they put up with me? But then again, I love them and they love me so what the hell?
* * * * * * * * * * *
MAX
I'm sorry, Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.
"I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. "
Yeah! This is what I call life!
Ring, Ring
What? The cell phone just had to ring now??
SHIT! No, DOUBLE SHIT! Its MONA!
I pull over on the side of the road and click
"Hello?" I say, changing my vioce to like I just woke up.
"Hello Max, where're you?"
"At home, was sleeping until you just woke me up." I lie.
"Are you... driving?"
"Uh- No! Ofcourse not!" I lie, again.
"Then why do I hear car hor-"
"Oh well, thats just the T.V"
"I thought you were sleeping?"
"Uh- No, I mean yes! I was watching T.V and slept without even caring to turn it off."
"And where's this music coming from?"
"Stereo! I forgot to..."
"Turn it off?"
"Yeah. Absolutely right."
"You sure you're not driving?"
"Yes darling! Ofcourse!"
Wow! I cant believe I'm such a great liar! Well, you can say experience.
"So, how're you feeling now?"
I lied to Mona the other day that I am suffering from a fever and she actually believed me! She's at San Jose to visit her parents and she told me to come and visit her parents so I lied. And she strictly told me not to leave the house. She was even ready to leave San Jose and come to me but I had to force her to stay there.
"Better." I answer.
Just then, a brunette, dressed... formally?. opens the door amd sits in the front seat.
I just stare at her and she looks at me and asks,
"What? Aren't you gonna drive?"
"Max? Max?" Mona yells.
"Yeah, Mona. Just a minute." I say to Mona.
"Who's Mona?" the brunette asks.
"First you tell ME who YOU are and what are YOU doing IN MY DAMN CAR???!"
TBC....
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Part 3
LIZ
"First you tell ME who YOU are and what are YOU doing IN MY DAMN CAR???!"
Shit! Why is this guy shouting? He should know that I'm not deaf.
"Im Liz and-"
"Excuse Me, Sir?"
I, as well as this stupid, turn to see who just said that and its the Officer. Great, Thats just freaking great. He just had to come when I'm getting late?
"Oh Officer?" That stupid asks. Cant this stupid see that HE is the Officer?
"Is there some problem? I mean why did you pull over?" the Officer asks.
"Actual-" Stupid begins to say but I cut in.
""Wait, lemme speak. Ok so Officer, I was asking for lift and this guy over here pulled over and I hopped in."
"Oh. Sorry for the inconvenience."
"No problem, Officer."
"Now, you can leave." The officer says and walks to his car.
And that stupid once again stares at me with narrow eyes.
"Mr. Whatever, drive before Officer makes his appearence again."
And he stops staring at me and starts the engine.
Whoosh! He's kinda fast driver but then again he's pissed. When the officer came, he had swirched his mobile phone off.
"So, you were asking for lift?" he asks.
Now I'm 100% sure that he's a stupid.
"Ofcourse. Thats why you stopped the car."
"No."
"What?"
"I pulled over coz I had got an important phone call. I never stopped my car to give you a lift."
"Well then, why didn't you tell me before?"
"Coz you never gave me a chance to speak."
"So you mean to SAY that I'm a CHATTER BOX?!"
"You could say that." He answers, with a smirk.
What does this giy thinks of himself? Being handsome doesn't mean that he has to show his attitude.
"Mr. A, you could have gotten a chance to speak but you never did. And by the way, you should be thanking me for saving your ass from the officer."
"Mr. A?? What does that stand for?"
"It stands for Mr. Attitude."
"So, now I'm a guy with attitude??"
"Well, I suppose you should have known that."
"I dont have any attitude! And you should be thanking me for giving you a lift!"
"You know what. Stop your damn Porsche. I can catch a taxi."
"You wont. Taxi's are very busy at these timings. Its very difficult to catch a taxi out here in Los anegeles."
"Whatever." I mumble.
"So, you didn't tell me where you want to go?"
I look through my purse and hand him the card.
"Hmmm... ok." He says and hands me the card back.
And why is he grinning? There's some serious problem with this guy.
"Anyway, why are you going over there?" He asks.
"Mark Evans is looking for a personal secretary. And I'm going to give an interview."
"At what time are you supposed to be there?"
"At 11."
"10 minutes to 11."
"I know."
"Dont worry. You'll reach there on time."
"Yeah, if you're gonna continue driving fast."
He chuckles.
"You think I'm driving too fast?"
"Not too fast and anyway, I like fast driving."
"Yeah but sometimes its difficult to drive fast coz L.A traffic is bad and the cops..."
"I've figured that out."
"You drive?"
"I do but I dont own a car here in L.A."
"You mean you just moved here?"
"Yes, 5 days ago."
"Oh. So, how do you like it so far?"
"Compared to Roswell, its big."
"You came from Roswell?"
"Yeah, I'm a small town girl."
"Now anymore coz you're in L.A now."
"Yeah. Dont you think that I'm telling you a lot of personal stuff? I mean, I dont even know your name."
"So, you wanna know my name?"
"If you dont wanna be called Mr. A, then I think you better should." I say grinning and he grins back at me.
"My name is M-"
Ring, Ring
"Excuse Me." I say and pick up the phone.
"Liz?"
"Mom! Hy."
"Where're you?"
"I'm on my way for the interview."
"Oh. Well, I just called to ask if you found a taxi ride or not."
"Well, not a taxi ride. Mr. A gave me a lift." I say looking at him and he smiles.
"Huh?"
"I'll tell you later, ok?"
"And remember to call me?"
"Fine. Laterz."
With that, I hang up and Mr. A, who's now become Mr. Ok for me, stops his car in front of a huge building.
"Wow!" I say, obviously stunned by looking at the building.
"I know."
His voice breaks my 'wows' and I turn to him.
"You know what, you're not Mr. A anymore." I say, smiling at him.
He arches his eyebrows questioningly.
"Really? Then what am I now?"
"Mr. Ok with a little attitude but still ok."
"With 'Ok' you mean externally or internally?" He asks with a smirk.
"I guess... both."
And we both chuckle.
"You know, you're not bad yourself." He says.
"So now, I also come in the 'Ok' category?"
"More than 'Ok'."
And I blush at his words. I glance at my watch and gasp.
"5 minutes to 11. I should better get going."
"Yeah. You dont wanna get late. I have heard that Mark Evans is a very strict man."
Why is he grinning?
"Well, I hope I dont screw up."
"I wish you best of luck."
"Thanks."
I get out and stand beside the car.
"If you need a lift or something, stand where you were standing today. I pass from there everyday so it would be my pleasure to give you a lift... if you ever need one."
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."
"Bye and Good luck. You look like an intelligent woman. I'm 99% sure that you'll get the job."
"Why not 100%?"
"Coz I'm not Mark Evans."
I smirk. My mind about him has changed... he's not a stupid anymore.
"Bye." I say and turn around.
As I walk up the steps, I turn around and see him looking at me. I wave at him and he waves at me back. And then, he drives off.
And as he drives off, I realize that I dont even know his name. My mom just had to call when he was telling me his name? But not to worry, to me he's Mr. Ok and I think I'm gonna stand on the same spot, that I stood today, tomorrow so I can get a lift from him. But right now, I think I should better go in if I want this job.
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Part 4
LIZ
Wow! This thing is big!
I think I should stop with my 'wows' and go to the front counter.
"Good morning. How can I help you?" The red-haired girl at the counter asks.
"I'm Elizabeth Parker. I'm here for the interview for the secretary thing."
"Ok. Just a sec."
She does something with the keys of the computer and turns to me.
"Ok Ms. Parker. 3rd floor and from there, Ms. Troy will take care of everything."
I give her an appreciative smile.
"Thanks." I say and walk to the lift.
Damn the lift! Its not taking the name of coming down! Well then, I'll just go with the stairs. And before I turn around, I stick my tongue out at the lift. And I turn around and bump!
I think I bumped into the pillar. But why is the pillar wearing a tie and an Armani jacket? Wait, this is not a pillar. This is a person. A male. A rich man coz he's wearing an Armani jacket.
And as I look up at him, he looks familiar. Have I seen him somewhere or does he resemble someone?
But forget about that. My things are all scattered on the floor and this guy is just staring down at me. Wait... this guy's got some kinda amber eyes. Yes, I've definitely seen these eyes before!
"What? Are you just gonna look at me or apologize?" He asks.
What the HELL DOES THIS GUY THINKS OF HIMSELF??
"Excuse me, Mr. Whatever. Dont you think you should be the one apologizing out here??"
"No, I dont think so coz you bumped into me."
I'm so pissed at this guy that all I want to do is kick the shit out of him. But I'm getting late so there's no point in arguing with this jerk.
I pick up my things and straighten up.
"You dont have any manners, do you?" I say.
"I dont have any time to argue with you, miss."
"Likewise. And you know what, screw you."
And he just shrugs. Well, to hell with this Armani guy.
I turn around after giving him a glare. He just ruined my perfect day.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Follow me, Ms. Parker."
Ms. Troy... fake boobs, fake smile and blonde hair. I hate her already.
Since I have entered this building, there's only one person I've appreciated so far and thats the counter girl.
Well, all I hope right now is that Mark Evans does not turn out like that Armani guy.
"Here take a seat, Ms. Parker. Mr. Evans has not arrived yet and as soon as he comes, you'll be the first one to go." Ms. Troy says.
"Good." I say and sit down.
"You're supposed to say thanks..." she says.
The nerve of that woman!
"Ms. Troy, I'll do whatever I want to. You're not supposed to tell me what I should do or not coz you cant boss me around. ok?"
I give her a'GET-THE-HELL-OUT-OF-HERE-BEFORE-I-KICK-YOUR-ASS-YOU-BITCH' look and after glaring at me, she stomps out. Good! Now, I can relax!
* * * * * * * * * * *
MARK
What did that brunette think of herself? Doesn't she know that she shouldn't be talking like that in my own building? I mean, she was the one who bumped inot me and then she expects an apology from me? I dont know whats up with her.
"Mr. Evans!"
Pam Troy... fake boobs, fake smile and blonde hair. I hated her since she came here coz she started flirting with me since that day. Even if a girl looks at me, she'll do something to that girl that will force her to resign. And when I came up with the idea of a personal secretary, she did everything to make me drop that idea. But when I one make up my mind, I dont change it again.
"Ms. Troy, how many girls?"
"Eleven." she says with an unusual look on her face. She looks... uninterested?
"Ok, Send the first one in."
"Sir, the first one is not a very good one. She's a bitch. So, I'll just tell her to leave and we'll just do it with the other ten girls?"
The last time I checked, I was supposed to be giving her instructions, not her!?
"Ms. Troy... firstly, this is an office so lets beahve out here. Secondly, I'm suppose to judge her , not you. And thirdly, sent her in. You got that, Ms. troy?"
"Y-yes Sir."
"Good, Send her in 2 minutes."
"Got it, sir."
And with that, she gets out and shuts the door. Doesn't she know that she's a bitch herself and she's in my office? I do know how to handle these bitches. And I handle her (the biggest bitch) so no problem with the others.
Knock, Knock
"Come in." I say.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Come in."
'Ok Liz, get in and be yourself, unless you suck'
Hey, shut up you stupid mind! I dont suck but yes, I'll be myself.
I open the door, step in and close the behind me.
Mark Evans is sitting and looking at the window. All I can see is his back.
"Sit down." He says.
Is he ever gonna turn around?
"Th-thanks." I say and sit on the chair across him.
WOW! The room is so big and so... mature.
He turns around and...
"So Eliz-"
Oh. My. God! This armani guy is Mark Evans??!!!!!!
All right now, I think there's some problem with my eyes so I rub them again but still I see this Armani guy. By the look on his face, I am sure he's as shocked as I am.
"So, we meet again." He says.
here goes my hopes for the job down the drain.
"M-Mark Evans?"
"Yes, Mark Evans. So, YOU are Elizabeth Parker?"
"Y-yes."
"Look Ms. Parker, lets forget about our encounter downstairs coz it has nothing to do with this interview. I'm just gonna question you and you'll get a call within 2 days if you are selected and if we dont call, then forget about the job. OK?"
"Okay." I say.
* * * * * * * * * * *
For the last 5 minutes, he has been throwing questions on me like tennis balls. And the surprising thing is that he's asking questions ver casually, like I never said 'screw you' downstairs. I'm glad to see that he's not relating our first encounter with this interview. Byt maybe he's not showing his disapproval at all. I am 90% sure that from inside, he's saying things to me that I never would want to hear.
"So Ms. Parker, you ar-"
Ring Ring
"Excuse Me?" he says and I simply nod.
God, bless that person who called. If I ever get to meet him/her, I would shower him/her with 'Thankyou!' balloons. It's not that Mark Evans is the worst man on Earth, it's just that this is my first interview and after our first encounter, I dont even know how I'm facing him and how I'm able to talk to him. It stills remain a mystery to me.
"Max! Where are ya man?... Yeah... So?... Ok... Sure... haha...Ok man... Laterz."
I think that was Mark's brother?
"Ok Ms. Parker, thats all. It was nice to meet you." He says and I accept Mark’s outstretch hand with a smile.
"Likewise, Mr. Evans."
And with that, I leave the room. Phew! It's absolutelt not a perfect day.
TBC...
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Part 5
LIZ
As I walk to the exit, I hear my name being called.
"MS. PARKER!"
I turn around and see that red-haired counter girl running to me.
"Ms. Parker..." she says, breathing hard.
"Ok, first breath and then speak." I say.
She chuckles and after calming down, she says
"Ms. Parker, Mr. Evans is calling you upstairs."
"What?"
"Yes, Ms. Parker... immediately."
My heart is banging 1000 times a minute. Wht does Mr. Evans want now?
"Oh. Okay." I say and walk to the lift. And after 2 seconds, it comes down. Good, lift came to its brains!!
* * * * * * * * * * *
MAX
"Oh come on, bro. She's very intelligent. I told you about the lift thing and she proved to be a very smart person."
"Max, I cant give her the job without even giving the other ten girls a chance!"
"I understand, bro. But all I'm saying is that she'll make a perfect secretary."
"Ok, so this is what we'll do. I'll take the other girls' interviews and if they prove to be more capable than her then I am gonna appoint one of them, not her. Is that a deal?"
I grin a 1000 watt grin.
"Deal! I'm telling you, bro, you wont find a more capable secretary than her."
"Max, is all this coz you like her?"
Oh no, that so not the case! Right?
"No way, bro. Are you forgetting the fact that I've already got three girlfriends... Mona, Nicole and Janet."
"Not three anymore, Max. I am sure Mona's breaking up with you now coz she must have heard everything."
"Well then, Nicole and Janet are still here. And, bro, I am just suggesting you something. I am telling you what I think about her and all I have to say is that she'll make a perfect secretary."
"Max, just spending 5 minutes with a girl and judging her does not make sense."
"Well, what about you, bro? You had spent 5 minutes with her, taking her interview... how could you judge her then?"
"Max, your and my case is entirely different. You dont know much about her as much as I do. I had thrown questions on her like tennis balls and there's no doubt in that she's capable. Look, just coz Micheal recommended her and you have met her, does not mean that she HAS to be my secretary. If I choose her without even trying to know about the other girls' capabilities, then I wont be doing justice to anyone."
I sigh.
"You're probably right, bro."
"But that does not mean that I've changed my mind about the deal. The deal is very much alive."
"You sure?"
"100%"
Knock, Knock.
"Come in." Bro says.
And Liz steps in.
* * * * * * * * * * *
LIZ
"Come in." Mr. Evans say.
I open the door and step in. When I look up, I see a guy with Mr. Evans grinning at me.
OH. MY. GOD!! Thats MR.OK!!!!
"Mr. Ok?"
"Liz. Hey again." Mr. Ok says.
"H-Hy. What're you doing h-here??"
"Well, Liz... this is Max Evans, my lil bro. You have met him before but as Max told me, you didn't know his name." Mr. Evans say.
Mr. Ok-er... Max is grinning.
So Mr. Ok IS Max. Why didn't he tell me before?? So thats why he was grinning everytime I mentioned this job? Now I understand!
"Max! Why didn't you tell me before??"
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Ahem. Ms. Parker and Max, why dont you guys go outside? I have to take interviews..." Mr. Evans says.
"Bro, how much time?" Max asks.
"Two hours and I'll tell you. OK?"
"OK. Laterz. Come on, Liz."
Max takes my hand and drags me out. But before he closes the door, I yell a 'Good Day' to Mr. Evans.
"Max, Care to explain?"
"Sure but I dont think this is a very good place to explain. Why dont we have some coffee and I'll explain as well?"
"Okay."
I'm confused to why the Evans guys called me upstairs. Well, Max is here to explain and thats enough for me.
* * * * * * * * * * *
MAX
Wow! She is really beautiful.
"Max, I didn't come here to see you staring at me with a blank expression."
"You know why I'm staring at you?"
"No. But I would like to know why..."
"Coz you look really beautiful when your silky brown hair cascades your face."
God, did I just flirt with her?
"You're flirting." She says.
"Well, all I know is that whatever I just said was the truth."
"So, why did your brother called me upstairs?"
"Well, I recommended you and also that in the car you were telling me how you've got your hopes pinned on this and how you couldn't wait to hear if you would be selected or not so I requested my brother to tell you who's it within two hours."
Thats the truth, right?
"Wow! Thanks, Mr.Ok."
"You still gonna call me Mr. Ok when you know my name?"
"Hmm... not a bad idea, Max."
We both laugh.
"Thats better, Ms. Beautiful."
"Now, let me throw the same question on you... you gonna call me that when you already know my name?"
"Liz, right?"
She playfully smacks my head.
"Sorry. I've got something like amnesia today but now that you've smacked my head, I remember your name! Elizabeth Claudia Parker!"
"Lets not go for the full name. How about just Liz?"
"Liz?... hmm... interesting. I'll call you Liz from now on."
"Good! So, you didn't tell me... who's Mona?"
"My girlfriend whom I think is gonna dump me coz I lied."
"Oh okay."
"Wont you ask me what I lied about?"
"Max, I asked who's Mona coz she was like shouting your name on the phone so I was wondering who was she and now that you've told me, I wouldn't like to know the reason coz I think that it's too personal."
"You Know, Liz, you're a good person."
"You barely know me, Max!"
"I guess so... unless you give me a chance to know you."
"Chance...?"
"Wanna be friends?" I ask, extending my hand to her.
After a very sweet smile, she shakes my hand and says
"Love to."
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MARK
"Son, who's your new secretary?"
"Dad, I'm confused. I've taken 11 interviews and out of them, Elizabeth Parker has been recommended twice."
"But Mark, you dont go for recommendations."
"Yes but, dad, Elizabeth is capable of the job. I'm telling you whatever I think about her... smart, intelligent, beautiful-"
"Beautiful, huh?"
I can just imagine the look on Dad's face when he said that.
"Dad! I'm telling you whatever she's like. You'll say the same thing when you'll meet her."
"Well Mark, if you're self-satisfied then I think you should appoint her."
"Well, I think I'll do."
"Good. Look, you mom's calling me so I'll see you in the evening?"
"Sure, Dad. Laterz"
And with that, I hang up.
I think I'll go for Elizabeth. Yes, it's Elizabeth. But am I giving her this job coz she's capable or for some other reason?
Heck, I shouldn't think about that. She's capable and intelligent and I'm 100% sure that she'll make a good secretary.
I dial Max's cell phone number and after three rings, he picks up the phone.
"Bro, it took you two and a half hours??"
"Yes, Max. I had taken all the girls' interviews and I couldn't make a decision and after that, Dad called so I got a little busy..."
"so, now you've made the decision?"
"Yes, I have."
"So, who's it?"
TBC...