Alfred’s POV
I stood in front of a small, cracked mirror, trying to fix my tie. The room I was in was small and cramped, with bare walls and a creaky floor. The window was covered in cobwebs, and the air was stale and musty. I knew I should have moved out of this place a long time ago, but I just couldn't afford anything better. Still, I tried to make the best of it, and I kept my few belongings neat and tidy.
As I adjusted my tuxedo, I thought about the upcoming event. I was nervous, but also excited. It was a big deal I guess, a lot of people told me about the guys I have an interview with.
I checked the time on my old wristwatch, my heart sinking as I realized I was running late. I frantically started to gather my things, but then I remembered my laptop. I had been working on a big
