When I looked at the calendar, I realized my interview was a few days away. Three to be exact. I had clothes to wear at the interview, but needed practice. I'd never had an interview before, I had just recommended by my father to work at my grandfather's business as an intern. I have the qualifications and experience, that part was definitely covered. I had to practice a lot, so I asked my father to interview me. Some questions were random. Like, "if that scumbag, showed up would you let your dear father punch him?" "Dad, that's not a real question though. I tried to reason with him. "So? If that boy comes back here, I'll punch him so hard in the face until he forgets his own name." he retorted.
Did I want to say, "Yes, Dad, hit him?" I really did but I knew that wouldn't have help at all and I focused on practicing for the interview. He was being overprotective, which was normal for dads to be after seeing their daughter humiliated. I didn't mind, I just wanted his help and support. Days passed until interview day came. I dressed up decently, the black little number wouldn't have helped at all since the interviews were only a woman. That was fine for me, but not so much for the girl that went inside before me she was kicked out before the interview even started.
Seeing that, I thanked the stars for my mother being in my life, since she chose my outfit saying, "I will not have my daughter out there showing her goodies for a job. They should know you, not your bra size."
Suddenly, a voice brought me out of my thoughts, "Next," a woman's voice rang out through the hallway, firm and direct. I picked up my stuff and walked inside. The woman who had spoken looked kind but professional. "Tell me about yourself" she said waiting for the same basic answer everyone gave. "I'm Emily Watterson, twenty-five years old. I am a hard worker, and I like to challenge myself." I said, but my voice shook at the end because of her stare. She noticed and raised an eyebrow. "Can you work late?" She asked after I finished talking. "Um… why do I need to work late?" I asked, confused
"Mr. Harrison likes to plan his meetings at night, he says it helps him think. The pay is great by the way." She responded professionally. "Okay, I understand, if I say yes am I getting the job?" I asked with a smile and she raised that eyebrow again and smirked "You're very eager, aren't you?" She said, my cheeks flushed at her reply, completely embarrassed. "I'm getting too excited, let's wait for her confirmation" I thought silently to myself. "I apologize, I just assumed that…" As I tried to explain, she cut me off. "You assumed correctly. I like your energy. In addition, your resume is perfect" I held back a squeal. "Does that mean I… got the job?" I asked, wanting to be sure. "Yes it does, congratulations, you're starting on Monday. Sign this after you read it" she said and after I signed the contract, she held out her hand. We shook hands for a little longer than necessary. I guessed she was just happy that the position had been filled and finally free from interviewing people. I went home with a smile on my face thinking that the best thing in my life had just happened.
Meanwhile, at Adrian's office the interviewer enters and starts rambling about me. "Adrian, bro, I'm telling you, that girl Emily is my type" she said with a smirk. Adrian looked at her in confusion, "Isabella, since when are you a lesbian?" "Since I met Emily, obviously," she replied with a smile. "Huh? She's going to be my assistant, right?" he asked softly but firmly. "Yes, she is, so can I ask her out?" She asked hopefully "Yeah, it's fine" he said calmly. Little did he know that he already knew Emily.