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The Interview

Ella

I give the last customers their checks and clean up the tables. I look around and see that the rest of the staff has left, and I'm the only one here. So I start to check the register and get the cash out for the night. I put the money into its designated bag and ensure everything is clean before I leave. I grab the money bag and then head to my car; I head to the bank to put the money into the diner's bank account.

I head home after the bank trip when I get a phone call " Miss Jaxson, you have been selected to do the interview with Mr.Zuk" I smile, " thank you for your time."

The man never said his name, but I guessed he worked for the company. When the phone call ended, I was home and ran straight to my room to lay out clothes for the interview. I don't have much professional attire, so I tried to find all my appropriate skirts and dresses. I knew I would need to shop for clothes if I got the job.

My phone dinged, meaning I had gotten a text message.

Miss Jaxson, your meeting is set for Thursday at 8 am; please bring your resumé and ID.

I smile at the text and hear a knock at my door; instantly, my heart sinks to my stomach because nobody knows where I live except for friends. My friends don't often visit since I work so much, but they would've texted to let me know since I'm always on edge.

I open my door to see flowers in front of my apartment, I look down both sides of my hallway, but then I look at the flowers closely, which are my favorite ones. I have always loved daisies, and nobody knew that but one person. So I reach down to read the card.

Congrats on the interview. You'll be back in my arms soon

I instantly dropped the card and ran back into my apartment. I closed my curtains in the living room and my room and pulled out my phone, and texted my one friend, Martin, to call me as soon as he could. I went to my room and sat on my bed, counting down from 100.

Martin calls in a matter of seconds of seeing my message.

M-Hey Els, what's wrong?

E-Mar I think he found me

M- How?

E- Maybe he tracked my mail or something

M- Do you think he's following you somehow?

E- I don't know, but it's freaking me the heck out

M-You still won't curse, will you?

I can hear his laughter; he knows I'm not much for cursing; I never felt the need for it. I always thought it was something unnecessary when it came to adult conversations. Still, he doesn't really curse around me, and I enjoy that he can respect that about me.

We hang up the phone after talking for another thirty minutes. I am now calm enough to deal with my apartment; I have to clean it now since I might need to move in a few months if I get this job. The job helps you relocate to a place closer to the office for your commute.

The time it would take me to get there Thursday is about thirty to forty minutes. I am actually not nervous about the interview. In my old life, I was close to my old boss's assistant. She was super friendly, and even sometimes, she talked to me about her work tasks on our lunch break and asked for my help.

I started cleaning my apartment since it's small, and I try hard to keep it relatively clean during the week when I work pretty neat and messy. So after washing my place, I changed into shorts and a black crop top.

I grab my car keys, and I run to my car. I started driving to my favorite spot. I went to a mountain near me; living in Phoenix has its perks, especially those beautiful mountains. The mountains are so beautiful, and they are so amazing to hike.

Every time I go to the mountains, nobody is ever there, and it feels so peaceful and always zen, like it was made just for me and only me. The one problem with hiking the mountain alone is I could get hurt severely, but I don't walk to the top. Instead, I walk to about the midpoint and always get this glimpse of the most beautiful sunset.


Thursday rolled around faster than I could prepare for it. I jumped out of bed at five in the morning, hopped in the shower, and washed my hair. I hopped out and put on some black stockings and this black pencil skirt with a white long-sleeve blouse. I put my hair into a high bun and made sure my bangs were curled. I grabbed my black flats; they were worn out but would do until I got paid again.

I checked my files to grab my resumé and did a makeup look. Then, I checked the clock, and it was just six thirty, and I was almost ready to go. So, I grabbed a cup of coffee and spent the rest of the time mentally preparing for the interview.

I grabbed my car keys and locked up my apartment. I ran to my car because now It was seven, and I had hoped to make it before traffic hit. So I drove as fast and safely as possible to the biggest company in Arizona, Zuk Enterprises.

The drive to the company was as nerve-racking as it was calming. Driving somewhere always seemed to calm my nerves, no matter where I went. I park my car in front of the building and run to the receptionist's desk.

" I have an interview with Mr.Zuk today, ma'am" she looked at me with a hint of either disgust or something far more unsettling. She never said anything, and then she pointed to her ear the next thing I knew.

I realize it isn't disgust; it's confusion. I took a bit of sign language in high school, so I used ASL to sign to her about my interview. She smiled and wrote down the elevator and office numbers for me.

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