EMILY'S POV
My hands held my phone up high for the tenth time, rolling it and staring at it thoroughly, studying the shitty piece.
No text.
I whirled my phone upside down narrowing my eyes and groan annoyed in acceptance.
It’s only natural, it was just few hours ago, of course no company sends an email few hours after an interview. I chuckle weirdly twitching my nose.
It’s going to happen. I’ll have a job, a good one. It’s definitely going to happen.
I was trying to keep myself from hyper ventilating.
Air, I need air. Everywhere just seem hot all of a sudden.
Fanning my face with my hand as I pull my top back and forth with the other hand like someone who just ran in a desert, I stood dropping my phone on the ottoman, walking in a direction I wasn’t certain of. Any where but
