There’s nothing wrong with looking nice for your future employer. I smirked to myself to myself as I sat in the restaurant underneath a huge, New York City hotel, applying a seductive, red lipstick. I looked around expectingly as I gathered my faux fur coat around my shoulders.

I saw a gentleman in his mid to late 50s enter and shrug off his jacket, looking around the room until our eyes met. He gave me a polite smile as I stood up to greet him, my jacket falling back to reveal my slinky black dress.

“Nice to meet you, Esme.” the gentleman said warmly, grasping my hands in his.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Smith.” I smiled as wide as I could.

“Oh, please, call me Grant.” he pressed his hand into my waist and slid it down to my thigh, making my smile falter for a moment before I quickly took my seat.

There was a short pause while I tried to arrange my thoughts, deciding on what was worth a job and what was worth a slap. Before I could say anything, Grant broke the silence.

“Miss Teller you understand what this job entails yes?”

“Of course, Mr Smith-“

“Grant,” he interrupted me, leaning in so his hands brushed against my arm.

I laughed nervously and dropped my gaze to his smart, black tie. “Sorry, Grant. Yes I truly believe I am the perfect candidate for the job and-“

“Esme I’ve actually booked a room here would you like to come up for a drink. It’d probably be a little more comfortable.” he had interrupted me twice in the past minute but I forced the smile back onto my face.

“I- I think... I would love to come up to your room with you,” I felt defeated and humiliated, until she walked in.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickled and I knew she was looking at me, I met her gaze just behind Mr Smiths shoulder. She gave me a slight smile and began to stride over. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, her skin was ivory coloured and silky, her eyes were so bright green even across the room I could see the specks of brown and gold, and her dress fitted to her body to well she seemed to be a mannequin.

Before I had snapped out of my daydream she was stood at my table, dripping in gold jewellery.

“Leave us,” she said, barely giving Mr Smith a glance.

“I’m sorry but we’re in the middle of a job interview,” Mr Smith said incredulously, his eyes darting between me and the woman.

“Leave. Us.” this time it wasn’t a choice.

He obediently scampered, almost scared. I stared at her, mouth wide open, as she sat right where he was sitting and bought out a cigarette.

“I’m Frannie,” she said with a warm smile.

“I’m Esme,” I returned her smile with ease.

The world finally seemed right.