Interview time

Ten pairs of eyes looked at Horace as he emerged from the passage way, expectant.

They searched for confidence in his demeanor, but found nothing.

Horace exited with a wave to the rest.

One of the girls seated rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed.

Reaia could tell she was more anxious than the rest of them were.

Shortly after, the same lady who had escorted Horace came in with a file.

"Ms. Madison Brooke?"

"Right here" it was the girl who was a few seconds close to seeing what her brain looked like with all that eye rolling.

They left and the room was quiet again.

...

Madison sauntered into the lounge with a satisfied look on her face.

She took a quick glance at the rest and left, not bothering to say good bye.

It seems this one knew for sure that she was getting the job, Reaia thought, slightly irritated at the possibility of that being true.

"Anthony Lookman?"

The lasy had returned and was calling out to everyone except Reaia.

She didn't want her enthusiasm to go down by even a little but the fact that she was most likely going to be called last was obviously making her tired.

She was the only one left at the lounge when lady emerged again.

...

"Reaia Evans?"

"Here" I got up on my feet and adjusted my outfit.

It's not like there was anyone else here, so she knew I was the only one left.

As I followed her through the passageway, I bounced my wavy hair a few times.

I was ready enough for this, I hoped.

She peeped into the room slightly before turning to me and letting me know I could go in.

Inside the office.....

"Please have a seat" the man sitting on the left half of the room said.

"Thank you" I murmured and sat down.

He began asking questions I was all too prepared for.

And I answered professionally.

Even throwing in my killer watt smile just in case my answers were too robotic for his liking.

"How many jobs have you worked in?"

Oh? I haven't heard this one from this company before. It wasn't on the website.

"Well..."

"I would like to know because you're good at answering my questions. Must be a skill, don't you think?" He smiled slightly.

"Ohhh" I laughed nervously. If only he knew.

"I have worked in three offices, and The job descriptions were not far off from each other "

The man nodded whilst staring at the paper before him.

"Ms. Ri-Ri..... Can you help me out?" He sighed defeated

"It's pronounced ree-yay-yuh" I smiled at him.

"Ms. Ree-yay-yuh" he emphasized on each syllable just the way I did and I almost giggled.

He asked a few more basic questions about how what role I played at my previously jobs and why I quit.

I let him know that I was laid off due to financial issues.

"And you are aware of the financial issues Mi En Dish has?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Yes I fully am"

"Why did you still apply?" He was looking directly at me, not paying attention to the papers before him any longer.

It seemed he had seen all he wanted to see.

The truth it is:

"While the normal behavior would be to work mainly with money in mind, I want to work at a company where my ideas would come to life.

Fashion isn't restricted to just the clothes and accessories we adorn ourselves with. It's a lifestyle, a culture of its own.

I have observed the pieces and works made by Mi En Dish, and it is a company that shares the same beliefs as I do, one that creates with people in mind and not just for how much it could be sold for.

To be part of a team that recognizes the actual beauty in this line of work would be a dream come true"

My reply was.... Honest.

He wasn't exactly asking questions I wanted but, It would have to do.

His eyes remained on mine, unblinkingly.

He finally blinked and I relaxed slightly, what was he? a robot?

"Alright, thank you for your time Ms. Ree-yay-yuh"

I chuckled at his pronunciation.

And a few seconds later, I was walking down the passageway.

I.... Was done with the interview, finally.

Two days felt like two years with all the preparing I had to do.

I needed donuts ASAP.

...

Damien's POV

I tapped my fingers on the table leisurely as I waited for the next applicant.

I was getting tired and was wondering just how many were left.

I had stopped counting after the third person.

Joan opened the door slightly and on seeing the look on my face she gave me thumbs up to let me know that this applicant was the last one.

On seeing that, I sighed happily and sat up.

"You may go in" I heard Joan say.

*Click click click* *click click click*

Those were the sounds of her heels against the tiled floors.

I focused my attention on the figure walking into the office and my breath hitched slightly in my throat.

Wow, was all I could think.

She was dressed in a blue blazer, a shade of blue that complemented her skin colour.

Her auburn hair flowed down her back and she walked in with a a smile.

She approached where the seat was but didn't sit.

I forgot my manners for a second before I brought myself back to reality.

Why the fuck was I noticing minute details like the individual strands of hair on her head that shone under the ceiling lights!

I had to get a grip. I was a married man with so many other responsibilities.

"Please have a seat" I said to her.

"Thank you" she said exposing her white teeth and I almost stopped breathing.

Shit!

I opened her file and read some of the details.

She was 25...hmmmm

I began questioning her and she answered each and every question brilliantly.

I was in awe. Her choice of words were like she had practiced for a long time to get them right.

I ask how many jobs she's worked at because there was no way she wasn't used to interviews.

She said she had worked in three offices.

Just three? With this experience? I thought.

I stared at the file, looking for a column where I would see the places she worked in, but there was no such thing.

I was slightly disappointed by that.

I stared at her name and furrowed my brows.

"Ms. Ri- Ri...can you help me out?"

She smiled at me, probably amused that I was fumbling her name.

I could just call her Ms. Evans, but I wanted to pronounce her name.

"It's pronounced ree-yay-yuh"

Ree-yay-yuh

"Ms. Ree-yay-yuh" I repeated with full concentration and emphasis.

Her expression was one of being amused by what she was witnessing.

Fuck these interview questions!

I ask if she's aware of the financial issues Mi En Dish is going through the moment and I half-expected her to shout, "what?? The company is experiencing that?"

Instead, she said she did and she didn't mind.

With the way she answered my questions I could tell she was a diligent employee.

Would you really be okay when the going REALLY gets tough around here?

I asked why she still applied and her answer was honest from what I could see.

She just really wanted to work in my company.

It was breath of fresh air hearing someone talk about fashion like it was living and breathing and not some inanimate thing.

Before she was done speaking, I had written "approved" on her file.

She deserved to get the job.

I felt excited for some annoying reason and I didn't want to think about what I thought.

I just approved a capable employee. That's all.