The Pursuit For Perfection
Amira's POV
I've got everything under control. At least, that's what I'd like to think.
With a file tucked under my arm, I make my way out of my office, into the white marble lobby, as if what I was about to do meant strictly business. It was business, I reminded myself. Just, a little personal of nature. Much more bloody, too.
Just when I was walking over to the receptionist, I saw a girl waiting in one of the seats, pouring over the blue folder in her hand, probably here for an interview. Normally, I wouldn't pay much attention to people volunteering for jobs in the office department, because there weren't any useful jobs available around the office, at least they didn't seem so useful to me. But something about this girl drew me in.