Who is Marilyn 2

I cringed internally, imagining myself in the interviewer's seat, asking someone this question and receiving such a clichéd response. I would have straight-up yawned or told them,

"Alright, Miss…"

"Nadia," I quickly offered.

"Right, we will get back to you via email." 

That… I would straight up tell them that.

He wasn't going to call back or even bother sending an email, I knew that for certain. My previous interviewers had all done the same.

I didn't waste any time, I left the firm, stopped a taxi, and headed straight to a lounge where one of my best friends worked. As I approached the counter where she sat casually, she jumped off her stool and brought out a vanilla cake with the inscription "Yay!!!" written on it.

 "I didn't get in," I told her with a small smile, feeling somewhat happy about the effort she had put into making me a cake.