Men and women—staff and non-staff walked into the Corporation with their cases and handbags. Amongst those who trouped into the large compound stood Olivia Reynolds who had a black handbag, hanging on one of her shoulders.Her legs directed her to the reception area. She strode in after exchanging pleasantries with the old man at the door and nodded at a few people she could see, gazing at her before walking to the woman who seemed to be the receptionist. “Hi,” she greeted, smiling. “Good morning.”“Welcome to the Corporation, miss,” the woman said and looked up. “Can I help you?”“Argh, yes,” Olivia replied. “I have an interview this morning,” she explained. “I am here for a job interview.” She paraphrased when her thoughts told her she didn't let it out in a reasonable way. “One moment,” the other woman said. There was a black-skinned computer in front, and she confronted the screen to look out for something. “What time is your appointment?”“Nine in the morning,” Olivia replied
What was happening? Why would Victoria prowl her in this manner? She wondered, her thoughts orchestrating her to a more diverse dimension, waiting for the first question to be tossed at her.Expecting the worst. “How old are you, Olivia Reynolds?” Victoria put forward her first question. “I understand you are above 20.”Of course. How can she not be above twenty? Did she have the look of a kid? Was she considered to be below twenty and a graduate with a degree at the same time?Is this not the same Mrs. Blackwell she was in love with days ago? Was this not the woman she admired so much and was looking forward to seeing again, maybe at the shop? “I am 24,” she said after so much thought. Her back relaxed on the extended chair, her eyes wide open as she was beginning to get exhausted from the interview already. “I will be twenty-five in a few months.”“I see,” the older woman jotted down something on the computer system with the help of the keyboard. “Twenty-four, going to twenty
Alexander got up from his seat and led the way to the door of his office. It was the day for Emily to give her presentation—and from what he understood, she was prepared to give the fairest of her phrases and demonstration to the other staff who anticipated the meeting for over a week. He caught up with the door, opened and walked out before locking. He spent last night, sending links to Emily—encouraging her to use them in refinement for her presentation to the staff and she had reached back to him before her sleep, telling him of how it helped. Maybe it didn't, maybe it did. He would know at the end of the meeting. The CEO had gotten to the glass door and sighted a few of the staff in the room. A smile emerged on his face, while he pushed open the door. “Good morning, staff and workers of Stone Enterprise.” "Good morning, sir." The staff got on their feet for a brief salutation. “Where are the others?” Alexander looked around the room, and at the door again. “On their way,
Staff and workers in the Corporation walked past the magnificent gate, headed to their various offices. From her findings and the time displayed on the watch, worn on her wrist: she was early on the first day of her appointment. She pushed open the glass door and made it into the reception hall. “Good morning,” she greeted the woman she found at the stand, although it was a different person from the older lady she had seen the last time she was there. What does she care, anyway? She stopped to think, continuing with her journey when the lady at the stand dubbed her back. “Excuse me?” She turned around to face her. “Did you call for my attention?”She heard her name but was not sure. Now, Olivia walked to the reception stand to see what the younger lady wanted. “Good morning,” the lady greeted her. “You must be Olivia Reynolds.”“Yes, I am,” Olivia replied with a nod, and pride in the tone she spoke with. “Can I help you?”“No, not at all,” the lady said. “You need to sign on her
She roamed back into the office with Katherine who had automatically become a friend. The two took a seat on their supposed chairs and turned on the computer system they each possessed. “Let me know when help is needed,” Katherine said and faced the computer screen before her. “I will be willing to help.”“Of course,” Olivia offered a smile and turned to face the screen before her. It felt good. More than good to be in a Corporation as a staff when it was the slightest she anticipated these days. The manager at the Cafe shop had reached out to her nights ago, asking why she was leaving. Why would she not leave?It was more than simple. The old man did not know her worth. Of what use would it be to remain in the shop when he couldn't pay up as considered but reduced their fee at the end of the day?By the end of the month, she would receive her first payment from the Corporation and help with some bills at the house, then plan towards saving up for her new apartment. As soon as
Emily woke up to the sound of the alarm in her room, as expected. She stretched on the bed when she posed up and gave her first yawn. Today was the day, she recalled and heaved a sigh. The day of her practice and a day for Jessica to act bossy around her. She heaved another sigh and jumped off the bed. Olivia was yet to come awake from the look of things or was having her bath already. Emily walked out of the room and led the way to the kitchen to make breakfast when she breathed in the aroma that came from the space she was steered to. “What is happening here?” She jokingly asked. “I thought you were taking a bath or not.”Olivia veered around to face her, the hot spoon in her right hand waving at the face of the other woman. “I decided to make something for us this morning before my bath, I am almost done with the task. Good morning, Emily.”“Pardon my manners,” Emily said. “I'd just take my bath and join you later. It is my session with Jessica today.”“The boss's girlfriend?”
She sat up on the chair in her space after confirming that the door was locked, so as not to give Jessica or any other staff a possibility to walk into the office. Mark had given notice that she stayed away from Jessica. At least, in the meantime until her good conduct came back to existence. “What wrong will she say I have done to her?” Emily raised a question while she was walking back to the office. “Did she tell you anything?”“No,” Mark said. “None that I can think of at the moment.”“This is bad,” she thrust up a sigh from where she was inaugurated and thickened concentration on the system before her. Olivia was right, after all. Judging from the dialogue she had with Jessica the other day at the eatery, the woman is in love with the boss. But what does it have to do with her?It is not her fault that Mr. Stone does not like Jessica in that light and sees her that way, she thought as she got to her feet and strolled to the window side.After a while of thinking, she walked b
She was at the Enterprise on the morning of his retrieval. Her heartbeat was unusual. Why did she feel this way? She had yet to have a good snooze since the message came into her device a few nights ago, and the only thing she yearned to do was justify herself. Mr. Stone needed to figure out the truth about what transpired in the creation room, after all.Emily reached her office, with just one bag today. She walked in and dumped the bag on the desk where it should be, with a lot that went on in her head. Is her job threatened already? She thought and walked to the window. From the look of what has gone on of late, the CEO is not pleased with her. The window blinds came up, revealing the bottom part of the Enterprise. The gate was opened by the man who worked at the main entrance, and a car walked into the large compound. "Just as I thought." It did not take her long to recognize the car as the CEO's, and the man at the front seat as Nicholas who she once met. Staff hailed Al