"Is she the one?" his frigid, husky voice cut through the air as he asked the receptionist, who seemed pleased to have the company's security guard by her side.
"Yes, throw her out of here," the receptionist commanded, giving Aysel a hard glare. "She's tarnishing the company's image with her outdated appearance and small figure. She's not worth working here."
Aysel couldn't believe what she was hearing. "How does my appearance really matter? I'm a qualified graduate with excellent grades. I know I'm worth the job. I really need the money, it's my priority right now. Please don't throw me out for such shallow reasons," she pleaded, putting her hands together in front of the guard. But it seemed like the guard was hesitant to go against the receptionist's command.
Ignoring Aysel's pleas,
