The other man who seemed to be his friend nudged his arm. "You nervous?"
Ginger laughed. "Fuck yeah, aren't you?"
"Of course," His friend replied. "Everyone knows Smith Industries hardly ever does things like this. You should've seen the crowd yesterday."
"That many people?" Ginger asked.
His friend nodded.
"Well, you can't blame them," Ginger laughed. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You'd be an idiot to miss it."
Well, in my defence, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. They were the ones who decided to talk loud enough for me to hear. I had no choice but to listen. And I found it very interesting. From their conversation, I guessed that they were headed to an interview. Smith Industries, I repeated the name in my head. I'd never heard of it before. But if what these men were discussing was accurate, then they'd be hiring. I tried to no avail to control the rapid beating of my heart. Maybe I had a chance.
Not wanting to look too excited, I faced my phone instead, zoning out of their conversation. My brain had already seeped out the necessary information. So I was good.
Finally I came to my stop.
"Hey beautiful," I heard Ginger say to me as I began to walk out of the elevator.
I thoroughly despised it when men addressed me by these ridiculous nicknames.
"Oh, hey," I surprised him by replying, and even adding a wink.
Before he could recover sufficiently to race after me and ask for my number, I walked away. I wanted to leave him cursing himself the entire day for missing his chance.
The first thing I did when I got home was look up Smith Industries on my computer. Luckily they were still hiring. My jaw dropped at the size of the paycheck. "No. Way." I gasped, quickly filling in my application and forwarding it to the stated email.
Apparently it was owned by the multibillionaire Kane Smith, and has been in existence for nearly thirty years. I wondered how I had never heard of it. I read through the email I had just received. Well that was fast.
I saw that when I had been picked, I would still have to come to the company for a physical interview. That wouldn't be a problem for me, I decided. It wasn't so far away from my apartment either.
I restrained myself from letting out a scream. Maybe the universe didn't hate me so much anymore. I quickly shut my computer when I heard Emily walk into the house calling my name out loud. I decided that I would withhold the news from now. I only wanted to give good news.
I tried to control the smile creeping in my face as I walked out of my bedroom to meet Em. I had a really good feeling about this one.
MELANIE
I hurriedly smoothened down the flyaways of my hair that had escaped the tight bun I had made. Turning from side to side to make sure I looked okay, I took a deep breath, grabbing my purse from atop the table and exiting my. The interview was today, and I needed to look as professional as possible.
"You got this," I repeated to myself before strutting out the door. I grudgingly hailed a taxi, I would have preferred to walk of course as the company wasn't too far away. But I couldn't ruin the makeup I had taken my time to apply, so I had to use a taxi.
Before long, I had arrived. After paying the taxi driver, I got out and walked towards the entrance. The building was huge and formidable, and all the employees I caught sight of kept acting like they were in a hurry.
Nevertheless, I walked to the reception. The receptionist looked up from her computer as soon as she saw me.
"Hello, and welcome to Smith Industries. How may we be of help today?" She said, smiling widely.
I wondered how many times she had repeated that sentence this year. Must be exhausting.
"I'm here for the interview?"
"Oh, right. That's on the third floor."
Returning her smile, I made my way to the elevator, hoping for the best. Let's hope the universe doesn't fuck me over. Soon I reached the third floor.
I gasped as I saw the number of people clustered in front of the office. What in the world? Were they all here for the interview? I wondered. Well, fuck. I guess a lot of people did want to work for the Smiths. It was now that I really began to feel nervous. I took deep breaths. You've got this, Mel. Finding an empty spot to sit in, I relaxed and waited my turn.
It took about four hours to get to my turn. Considering the amount of people here, it was pretty soon. I watched in horror as people went in and in less than a minute they were out. I guess the company was quite specific about what they wanted.
"Melanie Willow?" I heard a female voice call out.
I entered the office to face a tired looking lady. I guessed that she was the interviewer. I saw her try to stifle her sigh and give a bright smile. "Hello and welcome. I'm Tamara Henderson, and I will be your interviewer for the day. I'm guessing you have your résumé with you?"
I nodded, handing her the files. She flipped through the pages trying to look interested.
"Long day?" I asked, unable to hold my comment back.
She looked up in surprise at first and then sighed. "Yeah."
"I can imagine," I laughed, gesturing to the outside of the office.
She laughed, finally letting her tiredness show. "Well the thing is—"