“Next,” A sultry feminine voice called out from the office opposite the sitting area, with a shiny metal plate, bearing the words, ``Conference room, attached to the closed door. Amelia Ross’s eyes darted to the end of the sitting area, to see a woman who appeared to be in her early twenties, rise up from the plush sofa, with her sleek leather bag hanging from her shoulder and a file in her grasp. Quickly, she sauntered towards the door, her seven inches stilettos clicking against the marbled floor, as though she was announcing her entrance. Amelia tried peeking into the conference room, but she was too far away to see anything besides a set of chairs before the door was closed once again.Ducking back her head, she counted about seven more women before her. A hot breath expelled from her lips as she forced herself to settle into the sofa, in a bid to calm her erratically beating heart. It was her first time applying for a job, after recently graduating from college. As a fresh coll
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