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ped my arm. Moving out of trance, I looked around my surroundings and realised that we had a
ird's nest on my hair. That's one of the many upsides of thick, wavy hair like mine and u
ously and searched for the hairbrush inside my purse. When I didn't f
r, untangling the knots. "It's normal to panic before interview but if you tal
and walked towards the gigantic building of Steven Indust
nd I have been out of practice since then. In addition to my misery, due to Ava's slim built, her tea pink business suit was realky tight around m
or. Another girl entered the elevator and from the looks, she was here for the interview too. But unlike me, she
who is get
elf. I did the same and felt envious of her british accent and eloquenc
nd ten men sitting there for the interview, half of them looked like they were Ivy
de her CV that she was checking. She was a graduate from Dartmou
ach interview would take about ten minutes and most o
called my name. Picking up my file and letting out som
confident. The chair of the CEO was turned around so I couldn't see his fa
e internet, instead it was a woman, a really pretty woman. She looked like she was straight out of a fashion magazine. Her makeup was on point and
etted. "Sorry I didn't mean.. Umm.. I just t
y nervousness. "Peter Steven is my husband. He is working on his
into my file. I interlocked my fingers, something I did whenever I was nervou
eak after high school?" she ask
to think of an appropriate answer. I cou
mily issues." I tol
Why community college then?" she ask
"Like I said, there were some family issues.
wise. "Any special skills, Clara?" she inquired us
didn't give me a chance to learn. I was too busy trying to find food to eat that learning special ski
me another question when the door opened and someone walked inside. I kept
delegates are waiting for you." a masculine voice said. The
equested him and stood up and I got a chance to admire her full length dress. It was a dark green bodycon dress with two
nterview. He is the COO of this company. Best
an't be that
. The man started with a "Hello" and reached the desk, f
elieve my eyes for a minute. He was there, in front of me, after six years. I
brown eyes and the way his jaw clenched told me that he reme