“Number 28. Can I still get the interview? Something came up and I came in late” Panic was evident in my voice as I talked to the receptionist. “You came late, Miss. The interview ended” She said and my jaw dropped, terror clawing at my chest. “Can you please put in a word for me? I'm so sorry” I pleaded, rubbing my hands together. “I'm sorry I can't do that, Miss. Please leave” I knew she wasn't going to listen to me, so I left her desk, bursting the doors to the interview room open before she could even stop me, and my gaze landed on the interviewers who were just preparing to leave. Their laughter ceased as they glanced at me, all freezing on their spots. “Please….. I'm here for the interview” My voice trembled, everything in me hoping they would consider me. I also knew I shouldn't be allowed a chance, I wasn't supposed to be late, but I was. Three men. Two women. The men and women glanced at their watch and then brought their gaze to me again. “You just showed how incompetent you will be if you ever get hired” One of the men said, and two other people agreed with him. “Please…..just a chance” I begged but they weren't going to listen. They were determined not to even give me a minute to stay in the same space with them. One of the women was leading me out when a voice stopped her. “Let her be. We will interview her” He said, and I turned, meeting his gaze. His dark icy blue eyes. His commanding tone. His authoritative aura. The boss. I knew without being told.