Chapter 9

As I walk in, I am surprised that there was a long, and narrow hallway with rows of doors.

I blink in uncertainty.

Where is the main office? I think.

I discern that I have to walk to find out, so my feet do just that.

I read the signs on every door to find something like: Main Office.

But mostly all of them say: Photography Studio 1b, Photography Studio 2b, and so on.

At last, I stop at a sign that is different from the others.

Meeting Room, it reads.

I quickly saunter over.

As I open the door, I hear a female's voice.

"Yes, thank you." She says, as I step in.

She looks up at me, then smiles.

I realize that she was talking on the phone.

"Hello, you must be Ashley. Come in and have a seat." She gestures towards the office chair infront of her very organized desk.

I take a seat in the chair, across from her.

"Hi." I breathed.

"Oh, don't be nervous. Your going to be fine." She says, with a soft laugh, her gray eyes sharp, and filled with warmth.

Her brunette hair is up in a attentive bun.

"I'm Charlotte Dulcet." She says offering her hand for me to shake.

"Ashley Conwen." I say, shaking her manicured hand.

"So let's get started." Charlotte says taking out a stack of staple papers from a neon yellow folder.

She asks me extended questions that I was prepared for.

I answer them considerably.

"Well," Charlotte presumes, after she finishes the questions, making to the end of the interview, "I'd say that I accept you already."

I smile sheepishly, trying to control my bouncing knee.

I can't believe it!

I got accepted.

"T-thank you." I stammer.

"No problem! By next week, you shall start modeling." Charlotte asserted with a dimple smile. "Thank you for your time, it was nice meeting you."

"You too." I say as I get up, and shaking her hand for the last time.

As I walk out of the Meeting Room, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

I jerk at the sound of the voice.

There is a tall guy standing next to me.

He has light, brown eyes that glance at me in a mystified way.

He's wearing a black T-shirt, with a pair of dark blue sweat pants.

Casual, I think.

"Your in my way." He continues.

"Oh, sorry." I say as I stir away from him.

I notice him giving me that mystified glance again before he walks away.

Why did he look so... familiar?

I don't stick around to find out so I just continue walking down the hallway, and out the main door.

I breathe in the last days of summer, sweet and breezy.

As I saunter to my car, my phone rings.

I take it out.

Mom.

I answer the call.

"Hey, Ash. Are you done with your interview?" Mom asks, sounding indifferent.

"Yeah mom, I got accepted." I reply, merrily.

"That's great, honey. I'm so proud of you. I'll get cake on the way to celebrate." Mom offers.

I laugh.

"Okay mom." I consent.

"I'm at the mall, want to get anything?" Mom inquires.

I consider this for a moment.

"No thanks, I'm good." I reply.

"Okay, hon."

"Okay." And with that, I put an end to the call.