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Gray Muller sat deep in thought, resting on his swivel chair as he rolled gently from side to side in his office. His mind raced with strategies to uphold NovaTech's sterling reputation-two years as the city's top-rated company was no small feat, and he was determined to keep it that way. A pen twirled absentmindedly in his fingers, his focus shifting from idea to idea.
A soft knock at the door broke his concentration.
"Come in," he said, sitting up straight to greet the visitor.
Rachel, one of his staff, stepped in. "Good day, sir. An applicant named Emily is here to see you. Should I let her in?"
Gray gave a simple nod, his expression unreadable.
Moments later, a young woman entered the office, clutching a neatly folded letter in her hands. Gray's eyes met hers, and for a moment, he paused.
"She's beautiful... though she seemed a little inexperienced", he thought, his gaze lingering as she approached.
"Good day, sir. I'm Emily John, the applicant. Here's my letter of application," she said confidently, extending the envelope.
Gray took it slowly, impressed by her poise. She hadn't even been interviewed yet, but something about her confidence struck him.
"I'll review your application shortly," he replied with authority, leaning back in his chair. "I trust your contact details are included?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you for considering my request," Emily said with a hopeful smile before turning to leave. Her stride was calm but assertive.
Gray's eyes followed her as she walked away, an involuntary smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the door closed behind her.
Gray's POV
Once Emily was gone, I blinked twice, snapping back to the moment as I glanced at her letter. Her handwriting was neat, her words articulate, and her insights into software development impressive. I nodded as I read-she had potential.
She could bring real value to NovaTech, I thought, setting the letter carefully on my desk. But as I leaned back again, her confident smile replayed in my mind. I tried to shake it off, rubbing my face. Focus, Gray.
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