5 years later.
-Serena! - she knocked on the door with her fist while taking a quick sip of coffee - Serena wake up, you are going to be late for the interview- Shara yelled still at the door and then paused to listen to any response behind it, however, in her friend's room there was total mute silence - Serena? -she knocked on the door once again and after a few seconds of hesitation, she opened it and peered inside, analyzing the spacious room under her scrutiny.
Her friend had not found anything for a week since she finished the presidential assistant course, however, now that she had achieved this interview she had her crossing her fingers so that everything did not fall apart.
She then she smiled ...
Judging by all the cleaning done in the room, her restless friend had left about an hour ago.
-Good morning, I come for ... the job offer of presidential assistant, my name is Serena jean Katerine.
-Okay, we weren't expecting the candidates so early, let's see ...- The Asian-looking secretary smiled kindly and then began to type the latest-model white computer on the table; although she was not surprised mid-reception up to this point she had noticed that everything was state of the art even the secretary who wore a scarlet red couture suit that would leave her bank account in the red if she decided to treat herself like this but that apparently she could afford it and more, judging by her refined hairstyle and delicate manicure - excuse me, the new president has just settled in and is currently in a meeting please - she presented the waiting room which was a corner made up of a table glass on a gray carpet and elegant gray leather sofas - please be so kind as to take a seat wherever you like. Your punctuality will be marked and in a few moments, he will be with you.
Serena was tempted to snort audibly for them to understand that the situation seemed frustrating to her, that is, her maniacal side of time was exasperated.
But instead, she relaxed in a more or less visible way, deciding to go over how she would conduct a brilliant interview instead.
She knew practically nothing about the history of the company which was a disadvantage for her now that she thought about it. The best thing she could do was to make sure she did not navigate these waters, rather, she would be friendly and professional, that is, she would remain as professional but cordial as possible so that she will not end up giving the profile of future bad attentions to clients; As soon as she entered, she would greet her and she would take care to always call him with absolute respect "Mr. Coffrey" and without forgetting the friendly smile similar to that of the Asian woman; the latter would perhaps take years of practice.
Suddenly in the living room, the sound of the office door opening was heard and she took the opportunity to take the folder out of her purse to get ready.
-Miss Katerine, you can come to the meeting now- said the secretary a few steps from her, this time presenting her the way to the office.
Serena wondered how she had gotten so close to her without her noticing.
She took her purse and straightened her shoulders as she walked towards the office with the attitude of demonstrating professionalism.
She needed this job like the plant to the water; to survive and regain everything she had lost once and for all.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the woman passing by until they were inches past each other. It would have been inevitable to see the blonde with correctly combed and wavy hair like Madonna in the 1990s, clad in a black suit with sequins and also a tie; the woman seemed to know what to do when it comes to style and if you had any doubts the needle stilettos she wore and the purse with a Gucci design would clarify it for you; she had an air of supremacy with a profiled nose, blue eyes. and also walked with self-sufficiency.
Serena prayed that she wasn't a candidate. She was beginning to think that an expensive outfit was necessary to be a member of the company and she well knew she could not afford it.
She knocked firmly on the door, or so she believed, and before she could run off and forget about the job, she heard a voice allowing her entry. She then got more nervous, she took a few seconds to turn the knob and take the first step into the office.
Perhaps she was being dramatic but immediately she opened the door, she had the feeling of having opened a portal to another world as she examined the various dark shades. There was not one word that encompasses all the others to characterize Mr. Coffreys office; but among them stood out the neatness, the order, the magnitude, it was necessary to choose one of three but the three curdled to perfection and especially when a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention.
And he captured her. For a minute she didn't know what to say she felt her eyebrows rise in disbelief and her eyes crack open.
The bewilderment was something she could not cover up; her emotions were unleashed without her being able to control it seeing who would be her boss and it seemed that she was not the only one.
He rose gracefully as he leaned several fingers on the huge ebony oak desk, watching her with an expressionless face, although there was one thing she could deduce is that he was as surprised to see her in front of his office door as she was. But who wouldn't be? even she had believed she would never see him again, and there he was in front of her wearing an impeccable tuxedo with a scarlet tie; the voluminous sling of his black hair making a small mountain and gently brushing his forehead, his tanned skin in perfect care, his blue eyes; his profiled nose and square cheekbones. It seemed that time had taken a vacation in this man or had simply added to be part of his beauty.