"Sorry, sorry! I went to the completely wrong place," Eileen said quickly, turning around on her heel.
Her heart could not stop beating frantically in her chest, the overwhelming, golden luxury of the corridor suffocating her.
"No, Ms. Eileen, you are in the exact right place. Please do come in for your interview," the security guard stationed by the executive doors said, his voice level and professional.
As she hurried past him, the guard watched her retreating form with a trace of silent judgment. 'How did such a clueless, scatterbrained woman make it so far in the cutthroat entertainment industry?' he thought to himself. 'She is far too careless for a high-profile environment like this.'
