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Impressive

LEILA

I nearly missed the bus.

My heart thrashed in my chest as I tried to catch my breath after basically running like there was fire in my ass to catch the morning bus.

My hair was strung in a messy ponytail and I was dressed in a corporate white gown that stopped on my knees, paired with some brown flat shoes and a bag to go.

I stood in the bus, unable to get a seat as I came in late. I held my documents to my chest with one hand and held on to the bus handle to maintain my balance.

The ride to L&L was bumpy, to say the least.

While we sped through the busy streets, I mentally prepared myself for yet another interview with a PR firm. I was this close to giving up hope of ever landing a deal with my media degree, but here goes nothing.

I dropped off in front of the company. One look at the large building and I felt a nervous knot tie in my stomach. I took quick steps into the firm building, greeting the security man at the front door before heading to the receptionist.

“Hello,” I greeted the lady behind the desk, earning her attention. “I was scheduled for an interview today,” I said, pulling out my documents.

“It’s okay,” she said with a smile. “Sit over there and I’ll call you when it’s time.”

“Alright, thank you,” I said with a tense smile, turning around and taking a seat by the lobby.

I sat for a few minutes and a few others joined me in the waiting area. One look at them and I guessed they were here for the job.

I couldn’t help the side of me that wondered if I was going to get the job. I had zero experience since I graduated college, and looking at the firm, I couldn’t help but feel underqualified for the job.

Not to mention we were gunning for the position of secretary to the general manager of the firm. I sat on my butt, going through my files to make sure that they were all in hand until the receptionist beckoned on me, directing me to the manager’s office.

I took the elevator to the second floor with shaky legs while trying to appear as confident as possible. I couldn’t help the panic that grew in me as I stepped out of the elevator and was introduced to the corporate world.

I walked past the work area, which was divided into sectors and everyone busy, typing away on their laptops. The environment was clean and serene, and I could imagine myself working here.

If only I could get the job.

Compared to my job as a Lustrous girl, the pay was decent at most. However, I was ready to pick up the job as long as it brought in the cash and helped me put my degree to use.

What was the use of getting into so much debt in order to get a degree and not making use of it?

I soon found the HR office as directed and knocked at the door. “Come in,” a voice said from the inside, and I walked into the room.

“Hello,” it was a middle-aged woman. “Sit.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking a seat in the office.

“Name?”

“Leilani Roberts,” I answered, passing her my file upon request.

I sat tensely as the middle-aged woman went through my documents, nodding her head at the end of her brief skim-through.

“Impressive,” she said, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I graduated with a 3.9 CGPA, which I worked hard for.

“However, you have no experience working with the media,” she said, and I felt my hope sink to the floor. “And I fear you might struggle to deliver on the job.”

I shook my head fervently. “I am a fast learner,” I said, pleading my cause. “I have worked different jobs and I promise that if you give me this opportunity, you won’t regret it.”

The woman took another look at me, as though contemplating, before finally speaking. “Full disclosure, I am only here to check your documents and ensure that you are a real person.”

I drew back, brows scrunched.

“The boss will carry out the final evaluation and pick the best candidate,” she explained, looking me in the eye. “I’m letting you cross over to the next phase of the evaluation, but the choice of whether or not you get the job is out of my hands.”

My heart leaped with joy at her words and I clutched my documents around my chest with a joyous smile. “Thank you, thank you so much!”

“It’s okay.” She turned to her computer and typed in a few things before returning her attention to me. “The boss is on seat and ready to go through the candidates.”

Her telephone rang mid-speech and she picked it up, asking for a moment. I watched her listen for a second before finally dropping the telephone.

“You are the first one in,” she finally said. “It’s the last door to your right out. Good luck.”

“Thank you,” I said with a small smile, bowing my head before stepping out of the office with my heart in my throat.

This was it. The final line of the interview. The fact that I barely managed to skim through the last left me feeling a bit blue, but I marched on regardless.

I got to the front of an office, peeking through the windows, which were laced with blinds. I couldn’t get a view of the inside and decided to bite the bullet.

I dropped a few knocks on the door, blood thrumming through my veins as I clutched my documents, waiting for an answer.

“Come in.” A masculine voice said from the inside, and I took a deep breath in. Here goes nothing.

I clicked the door open and walked right into the office. The first thing I was greeted with was the clean mirror marble floors and fluorescent lights.

“Good mor-” I started, stopping mid-word when I caught sight of the man standing beside the windows with a cup of something in his hand.

“Y-Y-You?”