Threads of Fate

Interview?

Alora POV

Here I am, sitting in the cabin of Match Made, being interviewed by the staff to confirm my identity. "What is your name, miss?" the staff member asked.

"I am Alora Wills," I replied.

He bombarded me with more questions: "What is your age? What do you do for work? Who signed you up for this trip?"

I sighed and answered, "I'm 21 years old. I work as a graphic designer at Greenland Co. Larisa Wills signed me up for this trip."

This whole process feels more like a job interview than a dating trip. It reminds me of the day of my job interview when I was freaking out. I still remember the most embarrassing—yet shocking—interview of my life. They asked me, "Why did you apply to our company?"

At that moment, I thought, Seriously, why can't they ask normal, mortal questions instead of this? To be honest, I had applied to five companies, and they were the only ones who called me for an interview.

To this day, I can't forget my hilariously blunt answer:

"I won't go on and praise your company and staff. I'm sure you're well aware of your company's reputation. But what made me choose your company were the working hours and the salary. And honestly, your company is located in the perfect spot for grabbing lunch of our own choice. Before you ask me, 'Why should we hire you?'—because you're hiring! If that's not enough of an answer, then I'd like to say you won't find a blunter person than me. I'm honest, and my grades are up to the standard and worthy of this position. You can't deny that. Now, it's up to you whether I'm accepted or rejected."

With that, I stood up and said goodbye. I can still vividly remember their expressions—they were dumbfounded. Even I was astonished by my own boldness.

In the end, I thought I had completely messed up the interview. But I guess even God wanted me to live with this embarrassing memory because the next day, I received a message saying, "Congratulations! You have been selected for the position of graphic designer. Welcome to Greenland Co. And as you said, indeed, we can't find an amusing and blunt person like you."

I was so embarrassed after reading the message, but my joy at being accepted made me forget about the awkward interview and the equally awkward acceptance message.

I was brought back to reality by the staff member's voice. "Thank you, ma'am, for being patient and verifying your details with us," he said with a smile before leaving the cabin.

Now, here I was, signed up for a dating trip, sitting in a cabin and waiting for them to call me. I wasn't exactly eager to go on this trip—more like I just wanted to get it over with. My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. I checked the caller ID, and my eyes widened in surprise—it was Bianca.

I answered the call, and Bianca immediately started yelling at me. "How dare you, Alora Wills! How dare you sign up for a dating trip without informing me! If I hadn't come looking for you, I would never have known. Answer me!"

"It wasn't me who signed up—it was my mom," I explained. "And I only found out about it yesterday evening at 5. I was just as shocked as you are."

"Well, in that case, I think it's a good thing," Bianca said. "You need to get yourself a boyfriend. Your mom was right; you need to give your hormones a boost by staring at some hunky man."

I rolled my eyes. "You're happy that I'm signed up for this trip now, but just a few seconds ago, you were shouting like a maniac going through a breakup."

"I was going crazy because you signed up without telling me!" Bianca protested. "And just because I have a boyfriend doesn't mean I can't sign up for a dating trip. I just wanted you to ask me to come along. Obviously, You wouldn't have to be signed up if you already had a hunky, sexy, amazing man who knows how to make me cry in different positions..."

I cut her off before she could finish. "Bianca, for God's sake, don't you dare finish that sentence!" I exclaimed. "You're crazy, you know that?"

Bianca laughed. "Chill, I'm just joking. I called to say that you should find someone on this trip so we can go on a double date. And finally, I can discuss with you regarding bed—"

"Yeah, yeah, bye," I interrupted, hanging up on her.

That girl always messes with my head. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and I was informed that the bus was ready. There were around three other women on the trip besides me, but I couldn't bring myself to glance at them—I was too nervous. I could only hope that this trip would be over without any drama. Not that it's any less dramatic now.

As the men arrived one by one, we totaled eight people. The bus took off, and I dozed off, wondering what the next five days had in store for me.