“You should use the blue hair tie,” Maya said and I furrowed my eyebrow at her.
“Are you using the blue hair tie?” I asked her.
“No,”
“So, why should I?” I retorted and she facepalmed walking away from the closet to the mirror where I was standing. She stood beside me and stared at my face in the mirror.
As I was going to turn to my side and face her, she turned me back to face the mirror.
“Look at me in the mirror and look back at yourself,” she started and I did just that.
“What exactly am I meant to see other than you and I standing together?” I asked her with a scrunched nose.
“We are both going for a job interview where we aren’t meant to be known as friends. You know damn well that's going to jeopardize our chances. So tell me, why should we go over with same outfits and same hairtie?”
“Ohh”
“Yeah. Ohh,” she replied and I chuckled.
“You could have said that earlier,” I replied her and she shook her head.
I changed the hair tie to a blue one instead of the pink while she checked through the closet to get something different from what I had on and in a few minutes, we were done.
“You look good,” Maya complimented and I nodded.
“You don't look all that,” I teased and she slapped my back joking. We both laughed as we walked down the road.
“You know you look good,” I said to her.
“I still want to hear you say it!” Maya replied.
“You look good, Maya,” I said as I interlocked my arm with hers at the elbow, smiling together as we got in the bus.
Maya and I had been friends for twenty years but started staying together after college which has just been for two years. We have been through the mockery and laughter of being poor together while everyone and our families knew us to be best of friends who would transcend any difficulty together. This has been true and still is true about us and coming a long way made us even stronger.
As we stepped out of the taxi, in front of a skyscraper almost a step way to the heavens, I felt a cold shiver throughout my body.
The taxi zoomed off behind us and the sound of the revving engine startled me a bit.
“Ball your fist beside you,” Maya said to me in a low tone without taking her eyes off the building. She knew I was getting nervous and that only causes my feet to slip and I could end up tripping.
I did just as she said as I feigned a smile. She took out a ginger-flavoured sweet that helps with the nerves and handed one over to me.
“Thanks, babe,” I said with a smile.
“Let’s go get this and if we’re not offered, let’s not give up,” Maya said and I nodded with a smile.
“I’ll go in first then you’ll come behind,” I said and she nodded.
I took in a deep breath before walking in and as I got in, I found myself mixed up in the busy environment. I walked in deeper into this and after a few minutes, I looked back and around to see Maya but she was nowhere to be found.
“She’s probably mixed up with all of these people,” I said to myself as I waited for her.
It has been almost twenty minutes and there is still no sign of her. I checked the time and it was almost time for the interview.
“Is she at the interview room already?” I asked myself as I asked around to get to the interview room and soon, I got in but there was no sight of Maya.
I walked back inside our apartment with a saddened heart while a part of me still bothered about where Maya was. After calling her several times and she didn't pick up.
I didn’t get job for the most fucked up reason to ever exist.
“You have a great dentition. It’d distract our clients. Sorry, we won’t be taking you.” the interviewer said with the most annoying smile.
“Where did you go, Maya?” I asked as I walked in but froze in my stance at the sight before me.
The whole room was empty and not a single thing was left except my flip flops.
“Wha…what’s going on here?” I asked no one in particular.
I looked around for sign of breaking in but saw none but a piece of paper on the ground and as I opened and read through the letter, my heart broke.
I sank to the ground as I read through the last paragraph again. “Let us not meet again but I hope you forgive me. I needed the properties to start a new life at my new job. Do not take this to heart but know that life changes people and I happen to be one of them.”
Story inspired by Worldbuilding Prompt #808 - Traitors
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