The Interview day

I woke up earlier than normal. I was eagerly anticipating morning to come. I probably slept only for two hours. I spent the whole night thoroughly preparing myself for the interview. I want to bag this job. Even though I just arrived home, and probably it's a bit early to start working, I have to. I have to settle down and pay my own bills. My father was already in the process of retiring, and though I know he had enough savings, assets and retirement funds, and I cannot not bear, financially depending on my parents.

Kilam is working and has even opened a startup company on the side. I couldn't be more proud of him and wanted to support him in any way I could. Meanwhile, Ayyih is still in campus, with a long road ahead of him that requires financial assistance. I need to get this job. I have to.

It's 7 a.m., and I'm quickly stuffing bread into my mouth. I can't afford to be late. Mama is surprised, to see me in official attires.

"Where are you going this early?" she asks, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"To a job interview, wish me good luck," I reply, kissing her forehead before hurrying away with my documents in hand.

"Oh, okay, good luck, dear!" she shouts as I am already a few steps away from her, reaching my hand for the door knob. Her encouragement gives me a boost of confidence.

With a deep breath, I reach outside and feel the cool morning air. The excitement and nerves swirl within me. I take a taxi.

***

With my long, loose grey pants, white collared shirt, black heels, rosy lips and a neat ponytail, I stand opposite an interestingly designed skyscraper labeled MuTech. MuTech is a multi-billion dollar organization that specializes in managing websites, marketing, building and nurturing brand, and administering other companies. It is the epitome of success in this town, and everyone dreams of working there.

The CEO and founder of MuTech is renowned for his wealth and ingenuity. It's incredibly admirable how he managed to start and grow a company valued at billions within just three years. Intrigued by his success, I looked him up on the internet to learn more about him. Surprisingly, he is extremely private; I couldn't find a single picture or scandal associated with him.

Given his elusive presence online, I assumed he might be an older man, perhaps married with kids, who prefers to shy away from the internet and public scrutiny. His ability to maintain such a low profile while leading a multi-billion dollar organization adds an air of mystery and respect to his persona. As I stand here, about to enter MuTech's headquarters, I can't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the man behind this powerhouse company.

The sleek and modern architecture of MuTech's headquarters is a testament to the company's innovation and success. I can't help but imagine what it would be like to be part of such a prestigious organization. As I gaze up at the towering building, I feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

With my bag slung over my shoulder and documents in hand, I step into the building. Immediately, I'm dumbstruck by the interior design—clean, classic, and modern. The hustle and bustle of everyone around me only adds to the sense of excitement and importance. I am completely astonished by the place. I'll have to treat Banyez out for a meal. She did not mention how impressive this building is.

I make my way to the receptionist, who greets me warmly and directs me to the fifth floor where the interview is scheduled to take place.

Zoned out by the grandeur of the place, I don't pay attention and suddenly collide with someone. It's a tall, well-built man with silky, perfectly styled hair. His face is covered with a black mask and dark glasses, adding to his mysterious aura. His black suit seems expensive and impeccably tailored, hinting at a taste for the finer things in life. The quality of the fabric and the fit suggest that it's custom-made, likely from one of the top designers. He exudes a familiar, domineering presence, and his scent is absolutely divine.

He has a coffee cup in his hand, and in the chaos of our collision, the coffee spills all over my documents. I stand there, stunned and mortified, as the rich aroma of coffee fills the air. My mind races with thoughts of how this could affect my interview, and I quickly pick y documents, trying to salvage my now coffee-stained documents.

"I'm so sorry about that," I say, my voice mortified and shaking. "Oooh sh*t, no, no, noo this can't be happening right now."

The man's clothes are stained too. He stands there as if too stunned to speak, staring at me dumbly. There's something odd about his presence, and I can't help but wonder who this enigmatic man might be. He stands there, silent and motionless, as if processing the situation.

I can't help but notice the faint air of familiarity about him, but his mask and sunglasses conceal his identity. Despite the mishap, there's an undeniable allure and intrigue surrounding him. His composed demeanor contrasts with my frazzled state, and I momentarily forget about the coffee-stained documents in my hand.

"I'm really sorry," I stammer, still trying to process the accident. "I didn't mean to bump into you."

He continues to stand there, not offering any help to my current damsel-in-distress situation. So un-gentlemanly of him. Everyone around has now stopped to witness the scene I've inadvertently created. I can hear whispers and feel their eyes on me. Still on the floor, I try to rub off the coffee from my papers. Embarrassment washes over me, and I place my hands on my face, silently cursing my luck.

He then shamelessly walks away, as if I did something wretched to him. I am left utterly shocked by his reaction, watching him retreat without offering any help. I feel a wave of embarrassment and frustration wash over me, knowing that everyone around has witnessed the scene.

Fortunately, the man standing beside him, whom I hadn't even noticed, bends down to help. "I am so sorry, miss, for my boss's actions. He's just... uh, different," he says, offering a kind smile.

Where are you headed to, Miss?" he inquires.

"To the fifth floor for an interview," I reply, my frustration evident. "But I just messed up my papers."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure they'll understand that accidents happen, and the documents are still visible," he reassures me with a kind smile.

His words bring a small measure of comfort, and I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. With his nice words, I gather my slightly stained documents and straighten my posture, ready to face the interview head-on.

"Thank you for your help," I say sincerely.

"You're welcome," he replies. "Good luck with your interview. I have a feeling you'll do great."

As I walk away, heading to the elevator, I silently curse the masked man. I can't believe such a person exists. Even though I was the one who bumped into him, his reaction was so rude. Who does he think he is? Does he own this company?

I press the elevator button and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. The encounter has left me feeling frustrated and embarrassed, but I remind myself that I need to stay focused on the interview. The doors open, and I step inside, determined to put the incident behind me.

As I press the button for the 5th floor in the elevator, I notice a coffee stain on my white shirt. The day just couldn't get any worse. Frustrated, I stomp my foot on the ground. "Ugh, I can't believe this. I pray this ends well."