The Edge to Kill

I cautiously opened the door, feeling a surge of nerves. Why was I so jittery? I couldn't quite pinpoint it. Despite feeling confident about the interview so far, I knew I had to ace it to secure the job I wanted.

"Please take a seat; we'll get started soon," the lady and the man instructed, both engrossed in some documents, paying no attention to me. They were both strikingly attractive, with features that suggested a mixed racial background, much like mine.

"Introduce yourself," the man commanded, his tone unpleasant and without even a glance in my direction.

Internally, I groaned. Why was I here again? I thought to myself, resisting the urge to clear my throat.

"Good morning, sir, ma'am. I'm Emma Gradon," I began, "I hold a master's in Industrial Psychology, a degree in Business Intelligence and Data Analysis, and I have five years of work experience. I'm particularly interested in the head of strategic planning position at your company."

Finally, the man looked at me, his expression turning pale.

"Wait a minute... you're supposed to be dead! I saw it right in front of my eyes," he exclaimed, startling me. The woman's reaction mirrored his shock as she stood up to comfort her colleague.

"Excuse me!! Dead!?" I exclaimed in disbelief as the man abruptly stormed out of the room, leaving me stunned and confused. His words echoed in my mind, filling me with a strange mixture of apprehension and disbelief. I exchanged a Shocked glance with the woman present, who urged me to wait as she hurriedly followed her colleague out of the room.

Left alone with my thoughts, I couldn't shake off the surreal feeling that lingered in the air. The accusation had been so absurd, so utterly unfounded, that I struggled to comprehend its significance. "Now I look like a dead Kiwi woman (People born in New Zealand or Citizens of New Zealand are known as Kiwi's)," I muttered to myself incredulously, the absurdity of the situation made me loose myself for a second.

As I reflected on the bizarre encounter, I couldn't help but wonder about the man's reaction. What had made him give me such an extreme response? And why had he pointed me out in such a bewildering manner? The implications of his accusation left me feeling unsettled and unnerved.

In the midst of my confusion, I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that there was more to the situation than met the eye. The man's reaction had been so over the mark, so intense, that it left me questioning his sanity. "He didn't look like the type to just lose control," I mused, recalling the brief but intense encounter.

Minutes passed, each one stretching into an eternity as I waited anxiously for the woman to return. When she finally reappeared, her composed demeanour belied the strangeness of the situation. "Ms. Gradon, right?" she inquired calmly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired.

"Yes, that is right," I replied, struggling to maintain my composure in the face of the surreal events that had unfolded. As she proceeded to address me with polite professionalism, I couldn't help but wonder about the mysteries that lay beneath the surface.

In the aftermath of the encounter, I found myself grappling with unanswered questions and lingering doubts.

Her: I apologize for my boss's behaviour. You bear a striking resemblance to someone from our past, although that's not an excuse, I'm sorry.

Emma: Okay... I mean, I didn't know what to say. I guess that explains it.

Her: Right, let's get this started. Besides your qualifications, what else can you tell us about yourself?

When she noticed my surprise at her asking for personal information, she did so in a polite manner.

Her: You catch on very fast. Yes, I am asking you for personal information. Can you blame me? You look like a deceased friend of mine.

Emma: Alright, I guess if you put it that way. Well, you already know my name. I'm not from here, New Zealand. I've lived in the United States my whole life. My family resides there, and I moved here to get away from my father's shadow. Yeah, that's about it, really.

Her: Alright, you are aware you are by far our youngest applicant and don't have a lot of experience. That puts you at a disadvantage.

Emma: I am aware, but I assure you I am your best bet. I am young, energetic, and productive, and not to mention, I have exposure to world businesses.

Her: Confident. Well, thank you. We will notify you should you be selected for the job.

Emma: Well, thank you...

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Mike

My name is Mike Sylvia. I am 30 years old and have businesses nationwide.

But it didn't come easy... My father was a farm manager in Gisborne, on Peter Marcus's farm. He was a wealthy man with the largest farm in Gisborne, dealing in guns, jewellery, and ivory. He was never caught because he had friends in high places. I made the mistake of falling for his only child, Charlie. Yeah, she was a snob, and I started dating her because of a stupid bet with the farm boys. But I fell for her hard when I was 20 and she was 16... and my world fell apart when I saw her car explode into pieces one day when she was heading to town with her family. And yet, I saw her again today, looking as beautiful as ever... only this time it was her ghost.

Ria: Mike, you're going to have to pull yourself together because you will blow everything up if you think every girl you meet is Charlie. She said, walking into my office without even knocking.

Mike: Don't start with me, Ria. You saw that girl... you saw it... I just couldn't contain my anger. I walked to the window... something about the view from my office calmed me down.

Ria: Fine, I did, but did you have to make it so obvious? I know you loved that girl, but it's been 10 years for pity's sake. And besides, I managed to ask around about her after my interview with her, and she checks out. Nothing stands out...

Mike: Tell me more about her.

Ria: She is the daughter of the multibillion-dollar David Gradon from the USA. Her mom is a nurse from South Island (South New Zealand), and she has 3 siblings and a twin brother who has moved here with her.

Mike: Well, if she is so rich, why is she here? In Gisborne, no less... I mean, it's not like this city or New Zealand are well known or has anything to offer unless she has some dirty business?

Ria: Apparently, daddy dearest and his little girl had a falling out, and she wants out of his shadow.

Mike: Hire her!

Ria: Are you kidding me right now?

Mike Shot her a look and started going through the Cvs Ria place on the desk. “I will call her myself”.