The Game of Time and Crown

Three

I don't hate early mornings, but the fact that i had to cut off my sleep is what saddens me. I love sleeping.

I opened my phone, and played a music so i would know how many minutes im taking while preparing.

I picked up my folder, recorder and a paper. And one last time before i leave in the room, i read my questions and sighed.

As the elevator opened, i saw a bunch of my other co-workers circling around Gisselle. Luckily, i don't have to be left out because the van which will accompany us to where our one on one interview with the king will be.

Since i wasn't with the one gathering around Gisselle, i get to pick the seat beside the window. I don't have to be disturbed because i won't have to move to open and close the door when someone needs to go out.

So i would never had to deal talking to everyone.

Peace of mind is what i need right now, my hands are trembling in fear right now. I don't know if it's the fact that i will be face to face with a king or because i only get one shot at being promoted and this is it. If i don't make it, i'll lose this job since the company already informed everyone that they will be cost cutting.

It took us almost half hour of drive and a few stops because some of us had to go in the comfort room. The vehicle was full of laughter and well, bragging about different aspects of their life.

Everyone was talking about their past travels, where they've been. Some were their achievements. While i stayed silent in the corner listening to all of it. Not because i don't like them but because i don't need to brag about mine.

Because my achievements was far from what they can imagine. Its not about to where country i've already been or my medals.

Life taught me at a very young age that it won't matter. And it taught me in a hard way.

We all got down once the van stopped. Almost all of us went straight to the building's entrance door.

But i stayed there, looking up and admiring how tall the building is.

Finally, i stepped inside and we fell in line. The first five get inside to a room that looks like a conference room. I thought i had to wait because i was last on the line but only maybe a minute after getting in, they all got out with sad faces.

What happened?

Gisselle tried to talk to them but they were sent out immediately.

"Oh my God," i whispered.

My fear arose immediately and i could hear my heart beat pounding in my ears.

Another set of five get in and they were all set out immediately, well they have been inside longer than the first batch.

What is happening?! Our company has the most talented writers but why is the King setting them all out? I bet he even hasn't heard any of the questions yet!

I pinched my nose and i have found that there are beads of sweat in there, same as my forehead. And the aircon is on! And in high volume!

This time, i don't care about having the right or wrong questions anymore! I just don't want to be kicked out! Because seriously, this kings is insane!

This old man is not gonna ruin my promotion chance! So if i have to cling to the door, i will!

Finally, after almost an eternity of waiting, well maybe for me, Gisselle and four others got in and just as i expected, they got kicked out.

Except for Gisselle.

I scratched the back of my head.

"Well, she IS good," i confirm to myself pertaining to Gisselle.

After almost twenty minutes, she gets out of the room with a piece of colored bond paper in her hands and a smile plastered on her face.

I didn't get to hear what it was because one of the security already told me to go inside with the others.

The moment i stepped in, i froze.

I fcking froze!

The air was so cold and it didn't even helped me that i saw how nervous the others are.

I breath and tried to walk and sat in front of the man.

There was a long table in front of the five chairs and behind them, is none other than the king.

He's in a formal suit and wearing a checkered red and white head dress with a black circle, that im not sure if it's a fabric or not but as far as i can remember, it's called kaffiyeh if im not mistaken.

The man beside him asked us to sit down and asked us to read every first question on our list.

All of us looked down and i was terrified when i saw mine.

As a father and not as a king of this country, what would you like to say to every person who is telling you to cut your son's life support?

This is definitely not my best option, it almost sound like im invading his privacy!

I tried to search for other questions and found a very emotional but a considerate one.

"Miss? Your first question."

I looked up to the king and took a deep breath.

"You have been one of the most rich royals known in the world, but lacks of publicity unlike any other royals such as the United Kingdom's. How would you like to be viewed to the people of America in this Interview?" i asked.

I didn't even bother to breath. I clenched the sides of my paper as nervousness aroused in me.

"What's your name?" the king spoke

We all turn our heads in his direction. And that's when i noticed that he's looking at me.

I pointed my finger at my chest trying to confirm if it's me he's asking.

The king nodded.

"Adelaide. Adelaide Davis," i immediately answered.

"You stay."

My eyes went wide and i was about to jump when i remembered that im still here.

Oh God! i can do the interview! I can!!