It's My Life (Filming Rhiannon. Book 1) (2 page)

With that one thought in my head, I slowly rise out of bed, careful not to pee myself, grab my white silk robe, throw it on and make my way to the bathroom to do my daily routine. I pay extra attention, making sure no space on my body goes untouched. I have scrubbed, and shaved everywhere possible. There is no unwanted hair on my body.

Once I’m showered, I wrap a blue fluffy towel around myself, and make my way down to fix the coffee machine. My caffeine fix is a must if I have any chance of functioning today, or any day for that matter.

I walk in to the kitchen, and when I switch on the halogen light, it springs to life, and bounces off my white marble units, shocking my eyes for a moment. I blink the shock away, and my kitchen comes into clear view.

I grab the coffee beans out of the cupboard, and I add them, and fresh water to the machine before I switch it on.

While the machine works its magic, fills the room with the strong aroma, and fills my mug with coffee, I decide to check my phone, like I do every morning. I walk over to the plug above the breakfast bar, and grab my phone, pulling it off charge. I have two messages waiting for me. I knew Grace would text me, but I am puzzled as to who the other one is for. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I don’t hesitate to read it.

**Rhi, good luck today babe, let me know how you get on, I will be at yours with wine when you finish. Love ya. G XoX**

That one was from Grace, and the second one is from an unknown number. I am hesitant to read it, not many people have my number, but I thought people didn’t know my address, but they still found me. I can read the first line of the message, 'Good morning. This is a mess......' so I brave it, and open it. I relax once the full message comes into view.

**Good morning. This is a message for Rhiannon Addison. Just a reminder of your interview today at 1300 hours. Please arrive 10 minutes prior to your interview, and ask for Kaleb Braxton. The address is on your email confirmation. Thank-you.**

Wow, I didn’t exactly forget the interview, right now everything is at stake, but it was nice of them to send a reminder. Out of all the interviews I have had lately, this is the first time I have received a reminder text.

I quickly reply back to Grace, letting her know as soon as I’m out I will ring her. I know she will never let me live it down if I didn’t. That girl can be persistent, and very in-patient. Once I press the send button I am relieved to see my coffee is ready. After adding milk, and one sugar I make my way back upstairs, phone and coffee in hand.

I place my phone and coffee on the bed side table, before I make my way to the closet. I really have no clue what to wear. Do I go with the formal attire, or glam it up a bit? I mean it’s not like I will be wearing your everyday clothes at this job anyway. I slowly go through all my clothes, pulling them off hanger by hanger, and throw them all onto my bed, where the pile is getting bigger, and bigger. Nothing is appropriate enough. I give up, and with a sigh I grab my phone of the table, and text Grace. She will know how to help me. She will know what to wear, after all she does use the contents of my closet more than what I do. She is always borrowing from it.

**Help, please. I have a serious wardrobe malfunction. I don’t know what to wear. Be my savior and tell me what to wear. You use more of my wardrobe than me, so I know you won’t have a problem with this one. Love ya. R XoX**

As I wait for a reply, I grab my coffee, and sit on the chair at my dressing table, and drink my coffee, which granted isn’t that hot now I left it to stand. I take quick glances at my phone every few seconds, mentally cursing Grace for not replying back quickly.

By the time Grace has text me back, I have finished my coffee, and even managed to blow dry my hair. I thought for a moment that she wants going to text me back, and I was going to be left to do this on my own. I relax a little when her message comes through, but that doesn’t last long once I open the message.

**Oh dear. What would you do without me? Ha ha. I think you should wear that cream and baby blue cocktail dress you have, and maybe glam it up a bit with accessories. ;-) You will rock it, and walk away with the job. P.S you love me using your wardrobe, it helps in situations like this, and someone has to use the beautiful garments you have hung in there. You never wear them. G XoX**

Has that woman lost her marbles? I can’t wear that, it’s more a dress for a night club, not an interview. I need something else, and I’m running out of time.

**Have you lost it? I can’t wear that, since when do you wear party dresses to a job interview? Grace, I need something else, please pick something sensible, I have to get this right. R XoX**

I take a quick look at my watch and start to panic as I watch the minutes’ tick by. I don’t have long, and now I'm worried I won’t make it. Grace replies straight away, which I am thankful for.

**Trust me on this, and just wear the dress. Since when is this an everyday interview? Just get your ass in that dress, get glammed up, and get your ass down to that damn interview – capich? I will not let you go in the dress if I think you will make a show of yourself. I am hoping you get the job, so please have some faith. G XoX**

Jeez, that woman is so bossy some times. I guess she does have a point, and its not an average interview. I will just follow her advice, and hope for the best. After all she wouldn’t set me up to fail. I just hope I can pull it off.

Walking back over to my bed, I shuffle through the mountain of clothes, dumping them all on the floor, till I come to my cocktail dress. I put it to the side while I look for some accessories. I decide to pair it up with blue necklace and white slip on shoes.

Once I’m dressed, I make my way back to my dressing table and start on my hair and make-up. I have blow-dried my hair, but I still need to style it.

I settle with my hair hanging down my back in loose curls, and simple, yet elegant make-up.

I stand and look in the floor length mirror, and pose in every different way, making sure I look smart enough. I’m still having doubts about wearing this, and I’m a little nervous about my interview, but I have to do it.

As I stand inspecting my reflection, I take a picture and message it to Grace,

**Attachment – Does this look okay? I’m a little apprehensive about wearing it. R XoX**

**Rhi, stop worrying. You look beautiful and will blow them away. You're also cutting it a bit fine, get your ass in your car and get going. Let me know how it goes, love ya, and good luck. G XoX**

Looking at the time on my phone, I notice she’s right. I have an hour and half to get there. It’s an hour’s drive minimum, without traffic, so I have to go soon.

I grab my now empty coffee cup, and head down stairs to the kitchen. I put my used mug in the dishwasher, and fill a travel mug with coffee. Once my mug is full, I add milk, and sugar again, and collect my things before I leave the house.

I’ve got the paper work they asked for; I’ve got my keys, phone, coffee, and bag. Yep I’m ready to go.

Cruising down the motorway in my Audi **, with some soothing music playing trying to calm my nerves. It’s not working, but I don’t like to drive in silence, and Billie Myers has a soothing voice, with beautiful lyrics to match. The lyrics fit in with the mood of the weather too, as Billie is singing about kissing the rain, the rain is bouncing of my windscreen, that sound alone is soothing, but it’s not calming me today.

The traffic is heavy, so I am glad I gave myself an extra thirty minutes. I turn my music louder, and put my foot down, making sure I stick to the speed limits.

*****

I finally pull up to the given destination. It looks like a big posh house. Odd place for a job interview, but my GPS told me it was here when I typed in the postcode. I stop at a set of iron gates, and press the buzzer on the gates, and await an answer. I think my nervous make it feel longer than what it actually is, and I don’t know how long I’m waiting, but finally I get a reply.

“Hello, how may I help you please?” the female voice asks through the intercom.

“I’m here for a job interview with Kaleb Braxton,” I reply as I lean out of my car window so she can hear my reply over the pelting rain.

“Certainly, can I have your name please?”

“Yeah, its Urm – Rhiannon Addison.” I breath as I try lifting my body is my car side, the metal is pushing into my stomach, causing a little pain.

“Thank you ma'am. Ill buzz open the gates. Come right to the top and our valet will park your car. Please come straight to reception, and someone will be here waiting for you.” she finishes as the gates open.

Okay – this is it I, I can’t back down. I quickly relieve my body of the pressure, and slump back into my seat, exhaling a deep breath. I slowly put my car in to drive, and I drive up the long drive way, which has beautiful fresh flowers in front of acres of open land. I approach a set of heavy, dark wooden door. Stood of the bottom of the small set of steps is a tall man, he looks to be in his early thirties. He has black hair, and is wearing a crisp black suit, with a white shirt, with a green tie. I think this is his uniform, but I can’t be certain of this.

I climb out the car, and hand the valet my keys. He has a small smile as he grabs my keys of me.

“Name of Addison, am I correct?” he asks, obviously expecting me.

“Yes, thank you,” I reply as he climbs into my car, and drives of to park it for me. I look behind me as I hear the roar of my engine drive away. Jeez, I hope he takes care of my car. He looks like he can cause some damage.

I look up to the big house, and get splashes of rain drop on my face, but that doesn’t help my feelings. It looks more like a mansion than a house, but it has my nerves running harder. Everything about it looks perfect, and I feel out of place.

I take a big deep breath, straighten my dress, and I just hope I don’t look like a drowned rat that got caught in the rain. and walk up the steps. The doors automatically open, and as I walk inside I notice an older man stood the other side of the doors, I guess he opened the doors, and they’re not automatic.

“Good afternoon, and welcome to Kaleb’s Productions. If you follow the corridor on your left, please take the first door. It will lead you to a waiting room. Please wait there, and someone will call you when they require you.” he says professionally.

Jeez, everyone is so polite. I look around the open space, and see two big stair cases, that lead to the next level. I look higher, and notice there must be another four floor levels easily. The walls are a nice grey and yellow color, and hanging from the ceiling is a beautiful glass chandelier, bouncing light around the room, and making it look brighter.

I look back towards the man and he smiles at me politely. I do as instructed, and make my way to the waiting room.

Once I reach the waiting room, I slowly push open the doors, and expect to see a room full of people who would be here for the interview, but I am in for a shock when I notice no one else is here.

I quickly scan the room and see three white comfy sofas. I take one of white leather sofas, and continue roaming the room. In-front of the sofas is a dark wood table.

I make myself comfy as I wait for the Mr. Braxton to come.

While I wait, I decide to quickly text Grace, hoping I'm not caught with my phone, it would seem rude, so I quickly text her hiding my phone in my bag.

**Oh my gosh Grace, have you seen in side this building. Its massive, anyway I have arrived here and waiting for the Mr. Braxton. I will let you know when I’m done. P.S my nerves are running crazy. R XoX**

I slide my phone back in my clutch bag and my eyes roam back to the pictures around the room. There is eight in total, two on each wall.

The models in these pictures are beautiful, and elegant, and I instantly regret even thinking about taking this job. I can’t live up to their standards. I don’t come close to some of these stunning models that are hanging on these walls. I don’t have any issues with my body, but I don’t come close to some of these ladies. I hope I can at least come close to these models, when my time comes.

Grace texts back, so I quickly read the text, while still hiding my phone.

**Rhi, I'm glad you got there in time, no I haven’t seen inside the building, I don’t even know where it is. Now put your phone away, and update me later. G XoX**

Suddenly I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a small red head, who walks in to greet me. I let my phone go and turn my attention to her.

“Good morning Miss Addison. We are almost ready for you now. We are just waiting on Mr Lomas, who will be filling in for Mr. Braxton today, who is currently unavailable. Please follow me.” she says with a kind smile. I get to my shaky feet and follow her as she leaves the room. She takes me back to the grand entrance way, and leads me up a set of the big staircase, I follow her till we reach the final door on the right.

Pushing it aside, she introduces me,

“This is Rhiannon Addison.” she announces before she walks away, leaving me in the door way. I stand there dumbstruck, not quiet knowing what to do with myself, as I hear the heels of the young lady walking away.

“Please, come on in, and take a seat Miss Addison.” a voice calls me pulling me out of my thoughts, and into the room with them.