Bella tossed her long braids onto her shoulder. Her full lips twisted into a half-smile as she sashayed past two quarrelling drivers whose vehicles had collided. Both drivers were busy drooling over her spotless brown skin and the sway of her curvaceous hips. It took a head-on collision to jerk them back to reality.
Bella strutted across the road and towards a glass office complex, thoroughly enjoying every minute of the attention she commanded. It was one of the perks of being beautiful, and one of her greatest pleasures.
She paused in front of the storey building to take in its sight. It was beautiful inside and out. It also belonged to her dream employer – Liberty Bank. She had dreamed of working for the bank for years, and suddenly this was her chance: she had been invited for an interview.
Bella was a bag of nerves and excitement. Nerves, because she had lied on her application form. She stated that she had three years of experience – that was a lie. She had been unemployed for three years. She stated that she had a good head for figures. That was also a lie. Figures gave her migraines.
But that didn’t deter her. She was not banking on her skills or qualifications to get the job; she was banking on her beauty. She knew her interviewer was a middle-aged man who had a weakness for beautiful women, and she planned to exploit his weakness to the fullest.
(to be continued)