Amelie's POV
Thank goodness I only had class until 1:00 pm today. I want to look perfect for the interview. Against my advice, Tiff is playing hooky from class this afternoon to help me prepare and drive me to the interview so I don't have to take the subway. After my last class, I met her in the quad, and we quickly made it to her car. We head straight to my apartment so that I can shower, do my hair and makeup, and get dressed. I make sure to put on extra deodorant because I'm so nervous that I feel like I'm already sweating buckets.
Tiff rushes me into the car and drives me downtown. We arrive at the Michaels Investment building safe and sound.
Tiff looks at me and says, "Ame, you have this in the bag. I have full confidence in you!" She reaches over and hugs me.
"I hope so," I breathed, nervously, "I want this position."
"It's yours," she states, "now go get them tiger."
I hop out of the car and stride towards the front entrance.
I am so fucking nervous! Breathe, Amelie, I told myself as I opened the big glass doors in the front of the Michaels building. Just Breathe. I can't believe I'm here. What time is it? I check my phone. It's 3:45 pm. Ok, a little early is good. I walk up to the building reception, and I'm greeted by a statuesque blonde dressed to kill.
"Hello, I'm Amelie Cavanaugh. I have an interview for the student position at 4:00 pm."
"Amelie, they have been expecting you. Here is your guest pass. Please wear it at all times," she smiles brightly and points, " If you could please head over to the elevators there and proceed to the 42nd floor."
"Thank you," I said, smiling back at her as I turned towards the elevators. Well, here goes nothing. Onwards and upwards, Ame, I told myself to calm my nerves.
"Good luck!" she chimed.
I turned to her and crossed my fingers before walking towards the elevator.
I wasn't sure if it was the tapping of my heels on the floor or my heart making the sound as I walked. Calm down, Ame, I spoke to myself. You need to kill this interview.
I reach the elevators and press the 42nd-floor button. Two girls were in the elevator with me.
"Did you hear they are interviewing for a special position with Samuel? Some student training position," the brunette stated.
"Yes, so unfair. I believe the candidate will be working with Dr. Michaels and Samuel. Lucky! I would take a piece of either of them," the blonde laughed.
"Dr. Michaels is so fucking hot! You just want to take a bite of him!" the brunette growled.
The girls laugh aloud and step off the 30th-floor elevators.
So, both Samuel and Dr. Michaels are hot… hmmmm. Now I want the job. FOCUS Ame!
Ding….42nd floor. Why does it feel like I'm going to hyperventilate? Breathe Ame. I walked out of the elevator and headed to the reception desk down the hallway. I was greeted again by a stunning brunette lady. Were all the women here supermodels?
"Hello. How can I help you?" she asked politely.
"My name is Amelie Cavanaugh. I'm here for the student position interview," I smiled back at her.
"Ah, yes. Amelie. It's so nice to meet you. Please sit over there with the other candidates," she said, pointing at the seating area.
"Thank you so much for your help," I said, looking at the nameplate on her desk. "You have a lovely smile, Samira."
"You're very sweet, Amelie!"
I walked over to the seating area and chose an empty seat. Three other people were in the waiting room: two guys and one girl.
The girl next to me spoke. "I am so nervous. This is such a big opportunity!" she said meekly.
"I'm nervous, too," I confided.
"My name is Rebecca," she held out her hand for a handshake.
"Hi Rebecca, I'm Amelie," I stated as I shook her hand.
"Amelie?" Rebecca questioned, "Like the movie?"
"Yes, that was my mom's favorite movie," I mused.
"Well, good luck, Amelie," she said.
"You too, Rebecca," I responded.
I looked over to the two men on the other side of the waiting area to see one of them staring at me. Oh god, do I have something on my face? Did I miss a button? Why is he staring at me?
He spoke, "Hello, what's your name?"
"I'm Amelie," I answered.
"Nice to meet you, Amelie," he purred. Ok, now he was making me feel uncomfortable. Was it my imagination, or was he undressing me with his eyes? "I'm Jonathan, sweetheart."
I smiled a fake smile and turned back to the girl beside me.
"He's kind of creepy, isn't he?" she whispered.
"Yes, I thought I was the only one who noticed," I sighed to her.
Just then, a tall man approached us. "Well, hello, candidates. I'm Frank Thompson. I will be conducting a group interview with all of you. If you can, please follow me." He motions down the hallway and starts walking.
We all got up and followed him. Creepy Jonathan was walking right behind me, and I swear I could feel his eyes run up and down my body. What was his problem?
Once inside the conference room, we all sat around the round table, and Mr. Thompson asked generic interview questions. I turned on my charm and knowledge, and I think I held my own. I had always excelled in interviews. I watched endless Barbara Walters interviews when I was a kid. I wanted to be as charismatic and respected as her.
After the group interview, Mr. Thompson led us back to the waiting room and told us that Samuel Danes would soon be interviewing us separately.
I went to sit down, and unfortunately, Jonathan sat by me. Ugh.
"So, I noticed you are looking at me," he smirked.
"I just glanced over to see who my competition was," I said calmly.
"Call it what you want, sweetheart, but I feel something between us," he leaned closer.
"Mr. Adams?" Samira called out.
Jonathan spun around. "Yes"
"Mr. Danes will see you now," she stated.
He stood up and turned back to me, "We're not done with this conversation, sweetheart." He winks.
I'm not sure if I felt like tossing my cookies from nervousness or him.
Samira directed him towards the office across from her desk.