The Billionaires soft spot

Callie Rivera – POV

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As the alarm clock blared at 6 am , I shot my hand out from under the warmth of the covers to silence it, my heart racing at the realization that today was the day of my long-awaited interview. After weeks of relentless job searching since graduating university, the opportunity I had dreamed of had finally arrived-an interview with a company I had never dared to imagine I might work for.

I dashed to the bathroom, adrenaline propelling me forward. The sound of water cascading from the showerhead filled the small space, a welcome distraction as I quickly washed away the remnants of sleep. The steam enveloped me, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Once I emerged, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and began the transformation.

Standing before the mirror, I carefully slipped into the dark tailored suit 6:00 AMI had meticulously ironed the night before, each crease sharp and crisp. The vibrant yellow shoes I chose to wear felt like a bold declaration of optimism-symbolizing friendship and support, as if they were giving me a little extra courage for the day ahead. I spent a few moments applying my makeup with precision, aiming for a polished yet approachable look that would convey confidence.

After I was satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling in my stomach. As I reached the bus stop, I decided to call a taxi to save time and make a good impression. 

"Hello, sir. Good morning!" I greeted the taxi driver warmly as he opened the door.

"Good morning, ma. Where are you headed?" he replied, his smile genuine and encouraging.

I shared my destination with him, and as the car glided smoothly onto the road, I couldn't help but think about the possibilities that lay ahead.

I found myself in a place I never imagined I'd be-standing in the shadow of a colossal skyscraper that loomed majestically over the bustling streets of Manhattan. Its glass and steel façade reflected the sun in dazzling shards, creating a prism of light that danced at my feet. Somehow, I had secured an interview at GravesTech, a name synonymous with innovation and prestige. 

The realization hit me as I stepped into the cool, marble-floored lobby, my heart racing in time with the elevator's ascent.

Seated in the conference room, I was enveloped in an atmosphere of opulence. The sleek lines and minimalist design suggested a wealth beyond my comprehension, every detail meticulously curated to radiate power and success. 

My vibrant yellow shoes, scuffed and worn from countless urban escapades, felt like a defiant splash of color against the otherwise sterile elegance of my surroundings. I clutched my portfolio-brought to life at a 24-hour copy shop just hours before-each page probably lacking the polished sheen typical of industry giants.