Chapter 6

I approach the entrance of a massive building that radiates power and success, taking slow steps towards its grandeur.

Today is my interview schedule about the company that Vonn told me about. I decided to wear a sleek, charcoal gray suit paired with a crisp, white button-down shirt. I meticulously adjusted my tie, ensuring it was perfectly centered and knotting it with precision.

Inside, the building's interior is tastefully designed and screams elegance. It has a clean and minimalist aesthetic, with carefully chosen details that add to its sophistication. Expensive paintings adorn the walls, complementing the refined atmosphere. Indoor plants are strategically placed, bringing life and a touch of nature to the surroundings.

The lounge area is particularly inviting, featuring plush seating and stylish decorations. It is a space where visitors can relax and reflect, surrounded by carefully selected furnishings that combine both aesthetics and comfort.

As I explore further, I notice the seamless blend of meticulous design and luxurious elements. The polished marble floors gleam under the soft glow of well-placed chandeliers, creating a warm and welcoming ambiance.

I approached the receptionist in the lobby, the atmosphere felt reminiscent of a high-end hotel.

"Good morning, miss," I greeted with a warm smile adorning my face. "Could you kindly inform me of the location for the marketing team interviews?"

Returning my smile, the receptionist respond graciously, "Good morning, ma'am. It is a pleasure to assist you. The interviews are being conducted by Mr. Nouvel himself. However, he is not presently available. Would you mind waiting in the lounge area for a brief period? He is expected to arrive any moment now."

I thanked the receptionist for her assistance and found a comfortable spot in the lounge. Excitement filled me as I took in the impressive surroundings, eagerly exploring every detail of the building. While admiring the company's architecture, my eyes were drawn to a large sign hanging on the lobby wall.

The sign proudly displayed the name "Nouvel Vehicle Operations and Services (NOVA)." I had noticed the sign upon entering, but now, as I absorbed the grandeur of the building, I began to grasp the significance of the company itself.

Prior to the interview, my friend Vonn had shared some details about the company, prompting me to do some research online. I discovered that this building served as a branch, constructed only three years ago, yet it had already achieved remarkable success. It stood proudly alongside the company's main headquarters in the country's capital.

Isaac Amos Nouvel, the company's owner and CEO, had inherited the business from his father, who had since retired. Remarkably, despite his youthful appearance in the pictures I found online, Isaac had swiftly risen to become one of the youngest CEOs in our country, likely in his mid thirties.

As I contemplated my interview responses, my attention was abruptly drawn to a man entering the building through the main doors. It was Isaac, the company's owner, accompanied by his secretary, as my previous research had revealed.

The man possessed a captivating face, with striking blue eyes that shone with depth and intensity. His presence commanded attention, emphasized by his broad shoulders that exuded strength and confidence. He moved with purpose through the bustling lobby, his impeccably groomed hair adding a refined touch to his overall appearance. Dressed in a sleek dark blue suit, it accentuated his stature and highlighted his features.

There was an undeniable air of self-assurance and grace in his demeanor, leaving a lasting impression on anyone who caught a glimpse. It was evident that his presence captured the attention of those around him. Although everyone greeted him, he proceeded with composure, offering no response. He walked straight to the elevator, and as the doors slowly closed, the people returned to their tasks, resuming their previous activities.

Man, what a jerk. Didn't even give a nod or anything? Whatever, it's his company, but seriously, is it that hard to be nice?

Shrugging off the encounter, I refocused my attention on reviewing my materials. I wanted to be well-prepared, ready to handle any tough questions that might come my way. I made sure to bring along important documents like my resume and portfolio, ensuring I had everything I needed.

I thought I had everything under control until I realized when I got to the parking lot of the company that my coat was all creased up. Damn, I tried so hard to hide it. I had no time to go back home 'cause I thought I was already late so I gotta make the best of it now.

A few minutes later, the receptionist approached me and kindly informed me that the interview was about to start. She guided me to the 40th floor, where the boss's office was located.

I wasted no time and headed straight for the elevator. As I reached the highest floor of the building, I was greeted by an incredible sight. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, I could see a beautiful view stretching out before me. There was a cozy lounge area, and a set of doors caught my attention, giving off an air of importance and exclusivity. It was evident that these doors were reserved for the company's executives, as there were only a few of them.

Out of the blue, the owner's secretary popped out of the room at the end of the hallway and signaled for me to step inside. A sudden wave of nerves washed over me, causing my heart to thump like crazy, as if it wanted to break out of my chest.

I acknowledged the secretary with a nod, trying to mask my apprehension, and proceeded to approach the door. As my hand reached for the doorknob, I couldn't help but feel a surge of doubt and anxiety. The uncertainty of what awaited me inside intensified my hesitation, making me ponder the potential consequences if I were unable to satisfactorily respond to the forthcoming questions.

As I turned the doorknob, the door swung open, revealing a seriously impressive office. I mean, we're talking top-floor vibes here, with a killer view of the city. The boss sure knew how to make a statement.

The first thing that caught my eye was the massive desk, made of rich, polished wood. It practically screamed "I'm in charge." And the chair? Oh boy, it was one of those fancy leather ones that just screams comfort and authority at the same time.

But that's not all. The walls were decked out with some seriously cool artwork, giving the place a touch of class. And let's not forget the carpet—so plush and luxurious, I couldn't help but want to sink my feet into it.

For guests, there were some cozy seating options like a fancy sofa and comfy armchairs. And of course, the boss had all the latest tech gadgets. A big ol' high-definition TV or computer monitor was mounted on the wall, perfect for presentations or catching the game during lunch break. They even had video conferencing equipment for those fancy virtual meetings.

"Please have a seat"

I was caught off guard when I heard a deep, masculine voice behind me that nearly made me scream. I turned around, knowing full well it had to be the boss—I mean, who else could it be?

"Good morning, sir," I greeted him, but to my shock, as I spun around, the cup of coffee he was holding slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground, leaving shattered pieces and a wet stain on his pants.

"Oh my God, are you okay, sir?" I panicked, rushing over to him to clean up the coffee and prevent any burns.

"Who are you?"