Until forever

Chapter Three

Arya got into the main building, and she was awed at the interior. She walked slowly to the receptionist's desk. The receptionist smiled at her and directed her to the waiting area. She thanked her calmly and walked towards the waiting area.

The place looked more beautiful than she expected. The walls were lined with framed newspapers and magazine covers, each headline bold and confident.

Desks were arranged neatly behind a glass partition, where people typed quickly, their eyes fixed on bright computer screens. The air smelled faintly of coffee and printer ink, a mix of focus and ambition.

A large digital clock hung above the front desk, its ticking almost too loud in the quiet. Arya sat down on one of the chairs, clutching her bag to her chest. Her palms felt slightly damp.

Then she heard it.

“Miss Arya Sinclair? “

She lifted her head instantly. The woman at the door gave her an instant nod and gestured for her to come in.

Arya stood up, took in a deep breath, and walked into the office. Two people sat in the office, a woman and a man.

“ Good morning “ Arya greeted.

“Good morning Arya. You may sit.” The woman replied.

Arya sat down carefully. She was asked for her application letter and she carefully took it out of her bag and stretched it towards the woman.

“Bachelor's in literature, and master’s in Journalism. Top of the class. That’s pretty impressive.” The woman said, reading through her application letter.

“ What’s your social media footprint like. How many i********: followers do you have?” The man spoke this time.

“ Umm, I deleted my i********: account some time ago.” She answered.

“If we give you this job, you’ll need to conduct interviews with celebrities, actors, musicians, and influencers. You'll be dealing with big egos more than real talent. Would you be able to do that?” The woman with her application form asked.

Arya signed.” I just want to write ma’am. That’s what I’ve always wanted to do.

“ For now, we can offer you an internship on a trial basis, because you have an excellent result. We’ll set up some interviews for you and see how well you do. Good?” The lady asked.

“Yes ma’am. Thank you.”

The interview was done, and she got up, ready to go. She stepped out of the office and started walking to the exit.

“ Arya Sinclair.”

She quickly looked to see who called out her name. It was him. The motorcycle rider, stretched out her diary. It was then her mind clicked. She forgot her diary while she hurriedly left after tying her shoelaces.

“ You forgot it outside.” He said.

She was completely stunned, mesmerized by his smooth voice. Her cheeks blushed when she realized she was staring at him intensely.

“Arya Sinclair,” He called out her name, stretching it towards her again, when he saw she was lost in thought.

She came back to her senses and quickly collected it from him.” Thank you “ she whispered.

“ And you are?” She asked

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He said and walked away, towards the waiting area.

“Mr Richard,” she heard him yell out. The man who just interviewed her quickly came out when he heard someone call out his name.

“How may I help you, young man,” he asked. Before mr Richard could say another word, he hit him heavily on his face. Arya was stunned.

He started hitting the man and asked everyone to bring out their phones and record it.

“Why are you hitting me,” the man asked, holding his bleeding nose.

“ Everyone bring out your phones and share this live.” He said towards the people gathered. Then he looked back at Mr Richard lying on the floor.

Everyone started whispering, confused about what was happening. Some brought out their phones to record, while some just stared at the show going on. Arya just stood, watching.

“ Your job is to interview real artists, but you’re busy reviewing the airport and gym look of two-bit celebs. When nepo kids s**t the bed you say Wow just because they pay you. And when you review real artists who put their soul in line?” He said, hitting the man angrily again.

“Stop hitting me, who are you? Someone call the security.” Mr Richard yelled fearfully.

Just then, he brought out his phone and pointed it towards mr Richard.” Recognize this? This is my music crew, the Josh crew. I’m the lead singer. What did you write in the review you posted? Gary Matthew’s son should have taken the lead of the group. So the rest of us don’t matter? You gave credit to Gary Matthew’s son just because he paid you?” He yelled angrily.

“Zayn Idris. Don’t forget this name.” He yelled. With that he stopped hitting mr Richard and started walking outside. He spotted Arya jn the crowd staring at him with a shocked expression.

He walked towards her .

“ And you,” he said. “ you write very well.” He said looking towards her diary . With that, he walked away.

Arya let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. What just happened?