Work from home- fifth harmony

Tick tock ..tick tock..

Sound of the coffee machine grinding the freah beans was masking  the chatteeing of a group of people who were discussing about the football match last night sitting at the corner of waiting room .

I focused on the Sound of traffic coming from outside the office.

I guess the speed of time was decelerating with each minute. Next thing I knew I might start hearing heartbeats of people sitting around me , only if fluttering of my own  heart would have allowed me to hear such faint noises. It had been two hours , how Much long did I had to wait here to meet the editor of times magazine I wondered silently.

My hazel eyes were searching for an interesting distraction while waiting for my turn .

I was giving an interview for the job of a junior column writer for the magazine - The times world. It was my third interview in this week , my desperation to get hired had increased by the day  since I had to pay all those bills by  next month or else I'll be kicked out of my rental apartment
since , I couldn't find anyone to share my apartment with so I had to pay for the whole rent.

Life was hard.

My train of thoughts were interrupted by a loud nasal voice of the brunette receptionist calling  my name.

" Miss stenson ? You are being called inside . "

" Yep that's me. "

After giving her a thankful nod I made my way towards the conference room. After getting in the hall through a  large wooden door I was greeted by The editor by a nod , a stern expression smeared across his face.

" Come in ..Miss. stenson .. it is? . Come have a seat. "

" Thanku sir. "

" So , Miss stenson I see you have applied for the job of junior columnist here ? "

No shit Sherlock. !!

" Yes sir "

" I don't want to pry on anything specific here , but how will you be able to cover stories related to politics and criminal world or travel destination stories ? Most of the female columnist just apply for fashion and entertainment section so that they can focus on...umm... their social life. " He said while empathizing on the words ' social life ' with air quotations.

I was baffled by the audacity of this creature sitting in front of me shamelessly making such a sexist remark. I curled my hands into fists trying to control my anger that was now flaring up like the boiling water.

" I'm sorry sir but the job description didn't specify that it was for Males only . " I retorted while gritting my teeth. My patience was wearing thin gradually.

" Well , if it wasn't a crime , I would have.... " He laughed with that to clear some of  the thick tension that was created in the room. I got the message hidden behind his obnoxious sexist remark loud and clear  that I won't be even considered for this job. All I had to do now was , to give this son of a gun a piece of my feminist mind without losing my composure.

"Miss. Stenson you do realize that while working on our magazine's stories you will have to go undercover sometimes or may be threatened by powerful men . I hope I'm making this clear to avoid any kind of whining in future. "

That was it. I can't take it anymore , f*ck this job , composure my ass . I could feel myself turning red with anger as I felt my ears warming up . I stood up and stomped my foot and blurted out while giving him  a death glare.

" Do your ( air quoting ) Questions make me feel bad of being a woman ? Does it scare me ? Does it make me developing in such a toxic environment that I should quit my career ? Those answers are no , no and hell No .
My suggestion to you is If you are going to be a pathetic dick head that sits behind a desk trying to scare and intimidate women . Be the Best dickhead you can be . Don't settle for mediocrity. "

With that little speech , parts of which I  had heard somewhere in the news I stormed out of his office not bothering to see the reaction etched up on his dickhead face with a smirk on my face. After all I was satisfied by the little show I put up there.

I Speed walked to get out of that suffocating atmosphere of the office as a sigh of relief escaped my mouth as I stepped under The sun who was  now peeking behind the tall glass  buildings of New York city while trying to settle behind the horizon.

Finding a job will be more difficult than I thought and with that my inner voice reminded me of all the bills I had to pay.

Well ! Tomorrow might be my lucky day , where I won't have to face such sexist questions ...

Tomorrow it is. Lets hope...

A/N

Hi , how did you guys find this chapter my fellow Whatpaddians. I would like to clarify here that the world is not full of sexist people and this story is in no way pointing out that the opposite gender is all but pathetic sexist stuck ups.

This story is a work of fiction and in no way intentionally degrade any religion , community or person.
This story has many aspects , bringing sexism and inequality being one of it's major issues.

Please guys don't feel offended , the personality of Becca has been depicted as sassy and sarcastic indivual .

Enjoy the story as it goes by and kindly show your support by voting and commenting this story...

Thank you...

Regards tzoned..