Nadia
"Miss, did you hear ? I asked why you want this job?" the interviewer repeated, looking slightly annoyed that he had to repeat himself.
I knew better than to show hesitation, which could be misinterpreted as fear or lack of confidence and that wasn’t really needed in my line of work.
After all, I was applying for a position as a lawyer at a reputable firm— again might I add— having had previous attempts at other firms unsuccessful.
My mouth was open, but no words ca out. I thought to myself, why wouldn’t I be short of words when they weren’t asking the right questions? Why else would soone want a job? Isn’t it obvious? When a company posts a vacancy and soone applies, isn’t it clear that they want the position?
I forced out a cough, montarily putting my thoughts on hold. "Because," I began.
You can’t do it on your own, and I need the money... and I also studied for years to co looking for a job like this, I wanted to say.
But instead, I said, "It’s been a dream of mine to help people who couldn’t help themselves."
I cringed internally, imagining myself in the interviewer’s seat, asking soone this question and receiving such a clichéd response. I would have straight-up yawned or told them,
"Alright, Miss…"
"Nadia," I quickly offered.
"Right, we will get back to you via email."
That… I would straight up tell them that.
He wasn’t going to call back or even bother sending an email, I knew that for certain. My previous interviewers had all done the sa.
I didn’t waste any ti, I left the firm, stopped a taxi, and headed straight to a lounge where one of my best friends worked. As I approached the counter where she sat casually, she jumped off her stool and brought out a vanilla cake with the inscription "Yay!!!" written on it.
"I didn’t get in," I told her with a small smile, feeling sowhat happy about the effort she had put into making a cake.
Just as I tried to lick the icing, she withdrew the cake and bent down behind the counter.
"Hey, I was going to taste that—" I began to whine when she stood upright with another cake, a chocolate cake this ti with the inscription "Ayy" written on it.
"Ayy?" I asked, slightly confused.
"Yas! Ayy..." she exclaid, bending her knees slightly and twerking playfully.
I burst out laughing.
"So, we’re celebrating my failure? Not bad..." I chuckled.
"No, girl, we’re celebrating their loss," she countered, grinning. "They lost a gem like you—"
"Stop..." I started to say, unable to control my laughter at this point. Her words were a bit cheesy, but she was my best friend, so I didn’t mind.
"But you know, I never understand why you don’t want to tell them who your father is," my best friend Celestine started. "If I were in your shoes, I would start by introducing myself with my surna, to keep them on their toes."
My smile faltered for a mont at the ntion of my father, but I tried to play it off by taking a bite of the chocolate cake. "This is so nice," I told Celestine instead.
"Thank you, I did it myself," she gushed, but upon realizing I was trying to change the subject, her expression changed, and she gave a skeptical "Really?" look before taking her seat back on the stool.
"I’m serious though, if you weren’t my friend, I would have thought you were faking your identity."
"You an if you hadn’t Googled and found nothing, until I showed you a photo and you witnessed several video calls?"
Celestine rolled her eyes at .
"Fair point," she said. "But you can’t bla though, your family is so private. So celebrities or rich people would be all over the net, flaunting their wealth and pretty daughters, but yours is different. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have known that Mr. Larforteza, your father, is a widower or that you even have a sister."
"I knew there was a reason you didn’t gift sothing sour to commorate my failure to secure another job," I said with a hint of sarcasm. "I have you already."
Celestine rolled her eyes again before leaning in closer.
"But for real though, maybe it’s high ti you start making use of your privilege," Celestine said. "I an, I would... you could even work at your father’s firm... or ask your sister for help. It breaks my heart sowhat to see you running around looking for a job since we graduated."
I remained silent, as there was nothing to say. Her suggestions were reasonable, indeed it would make life easier for .
But while I had confided in her about Mr. Larforteza, the man I had co to know as my father, there were certain things I had kept to myself.
How could I explain to her that the father I had grown up with wasn’t my biological father?
I couldn’t bring myself to confide in her about that; I feared she might look at differently and not want to be friends with anymore. Right now, she was the only person I could talk to comfortably... sotis.
After my mom died, my father had fallen critically ill, requiring a blood transfusion. During the testing process, it was discovered that my sister was a match, but I wasn’t. The test results revealed that I wasn’t his biological child.
From that day on, he destroyed every picture of my mom and stopped treating with kindness.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling that there had to be a reasonable explanation for this revelation.
My mom had lost her virginity to my father, or Mr. Larforteza, as he now preferred I call him, so I had always assud I was his child.
But science doesn’t lie, and I was forced to accept the harsh truth that I was not the exception to the rule.
Sure, my sister Celia wasn’t aware of what had happened, and she still cares for , but she was treated as the firstborn daughter in my stead.
My father had even gone so far as to make it known in the household that every asset he owned was to be given to her, if he’s no more, leaving with nothing.
That’s why it’s so hard for to go around boasting about his na. If he were to find out, and he always seed to have a way of discovering things, I would never hear the end of it.
I had even made up my mind to conceal my surna, but when I was in college, Celestine was my Roomate so she happened to see a lot of my video calls with my sister and sotis father.
The next day, everyone learned I was Mr. Laforteza’s first daughter. I quickly realized I couldn’t trust Celestine with so information, given her… enthusiasm.
That’s why I had yet to reveal to Celestine the real reason I hadn’t been using my father’s na, and I didn’t intend to. My goal was to build a life where people would know for who I am, on my own rit... but with my credit cards starting to decline and no job in sight, that dream was starting to seem like a childish fantasy I once had.
My phone suddenly rang jolting out of my thoughts. I brought it out of my purse and eyes widened.
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