ead was still buried in the papers on the desk in a hurried tone. She tried her best to keep her voice

tionist questioned looking at Ariet from top to bo

t no

loor, take the elevator over there", she sai

r because how the hell will she make it to the 32nd floor in time. Something about the way the receptionist looked at her face, her hair to be exact unsettled her. Was there dirt on her face? On

ke. "This is the access card to the elevator. It would make it f

widened and she froze. " My hair looks like a bird's nest. What the heck is this?", she questioned inwardly. Without wasting any mo

ime for the interview hasn't exceeded, she breathed out in relief when she saw that the time said 9:18. Now standing in front of the mirror, she dropped her bag on one

is job is very important to me. This tactic might sound a bit bizarre but I have to do it", she chuckl

it. Thank gawd nobody is here, the stalls are empty. It would be very embarrassing to be seen this way", she blabbed as she kept parting the hair s

enter the restroom that looked like she had a crazy obsession with getting dolled up because the ex

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ving access to a long passage way. There were different painting hung across the wall in the

re any doors on this floor'. She kept walking till she got to the end of the hallway where she saw a large black d

to permit her to come in. Nervousness started to creep in but she forced herself to remain calm. Glanci

ving any response, her hand suddenly froze in i

me

, she turned the door knob, opening t

a massive chair backing the door, the jet-black colored hair visible from where she stoo

e person seated on the chair spoke, his voic

hich is 9:30 AM. Which means, the person seated behind the table checked the time when she first knocked at the door. She knew this because when she raised her hand to place a knock at

th her mouth slightly open, she blinked several times as though to make sure that she wasn't dr

can'

ning, the person that gave her a lift, the person

m", she

pointing her finger at him slightly. She was sho

e sat like a king facing her, the cigarette resting lazily between his lips. Withou

poke as he raised his head from the file he is holding and meeting her eyes once again, one of his br