The taxi came to a stop in front of a magnificent building with the name 'De Swiss' emblazoned across its facade. Abigail took a deep breath, steeling herself for the interview ahead as she stepped out of the cab and made her way towards the imposing building.
As Abigail stepped out of the car, she found herself standing in front of the majestic De Swiss company. Looking up at its impressive architecture, she couldn't help but admire its beauty. The sleek design and towering structure filled her with a sense of awe.
"Oh my gosh! It's so beautiful," Abigail exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as she admired the grandeur of the building before her. "It looks much bigger in real life than the photos I've seen," she added, marveling at the impressive structure towering above her.
De Swiss is indeed a massive and prestigious company, renowned for its size and reputation. With over 100 windows, the grandeur of the building is unparalleled. The golden iron cast surrounding it adds to its luxurious appeal, giving it an air of opulence that is truly breathtaking.
The name 'De Swiss' is elegantly carved in sparkling golden iron, making it stand out as a symbol of uniqueness and sophistication. The walls of the building are made of pure glass, further enhancing its exquisite appearance. The intricate design of the golden iron cast adds to the building's charm, making it a masterpiece of architectural brilliance.
The tinted windows and glass only serve to heighten its allure, creating a sight that is truly breathtaking. Other companies strive to match even half of its standards, a testament to the unparalleled excellence of De Swiss. Whoever designed this company must indeed be a genius.
As Abigail approached the entrance of the company, she was greeted by the sight of two imposing guards standing tall on either side of the door. Without a word, they swung the doors open, their sheer presence commanding respect and attention. Abigail offered a grateful nod as she stepped through the entrance, ready to face whatever lay ahead in her interview at De Swiss.
Stepping inside, Abigail couldn't help but be awestruck by the magnificent interior of the building. Every detail exuded elegance and sophistication, creating a truly unique and beautiful atmosphere. She couldn't resist dropping her jaw in amazement, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty surrounding her. "The person who constructed this building must be given an award," she thought to herself, marveling at the exquisite design and craftsmanship that adorned every corner of De Swiss.
"Madam, how may I help you?" a feminine voice, belonging to the secretary, asked in a very polite tone, her smile warm and welcoming. Abigail returned the smile, appreciating the friendly demeanor of the secretary as she prepared to inquire about her interview.
"Good morning. I'm here for the interview," Abigail stated, her voice confident as she glanced around the reception area. She observed that everyone present was dressed in a professional manner, from the guards to the receptionists. The atmosphere was bustling yet orderly, with each person focused on their respective tasks as they moved about the area.
"Oh! Okay, wait a minute. Let me call the manager. Please, have a seat," the lady gestured for Abigail to sit, pointing towards the seats behind her. Abigail nodded gratefully and took a seat as the secretary dialed a number. After two rings, the call was answered.
"Hello, sir. The lady has arrived," the woman informed the person on the other end of the line.
"Oh, what's her name?" the person on the other end inquired again.
"What is your name, please?" the young lady asked Abigail politely, her tone welcoming.
"My name is Abigail, Abigail Qin," Abigail replied, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.
"Her name is Abigail Qin," the lady replied to the man on the other end of the line, confirming Abigail's identity for the interview.
"Tell her to start her job tomorrow as the boss's personal assistant," the man's words surprised the lady to the extent that she almost dropped the telephone.
"But sir, she wasn't even interviewed. This is..." The secretary began to protest, but her words were cut off as she was silenced by the manager.
"If you have any problem, go talk to the boss," the manager said sternly before abruptly hanging up the phone, leaving the secretary bewildered and Abigail surprised by the sudden turn of events.
Abigail, on the other hand, felt a wave of disappointment wash over her as she observed the reaction of the lady. The unexpected turn of events left her uncertain about whether she had actually secured the job or not.
"Ma'am, is everything okay?" Abigail asked, concerned by the secretary's reaction and the sudden shift in the situation.
"You can start your job tomorrow as the boss's personal assistant," the woman's words shocked Abigail so much that she almost choked on her own saliva. The suddenness of the announcement left her utterly surprised and overwhelmed with disbelief.
"S-sorry what did you say?, p-personal assistant but I didn't even apply for that" abigail stuttered still not believing what was happening
"Like seriously, I was not even interviewed. What's happening?" Abigail asked the receptionist, her voice tinged with confusion and disbelief.
"I guess you should consider yourself lucky. Perhaps luck is on your side, maybe the CEO already likes you even though he hasn't seen you before," the receptionist said to Abigail, offering her a big smile.
"I guess your CEO is a generous man," Abigail said awkwardly as she walked out of the company, still trying to process the unexpected turn of events.
"I guess I am unlucky lucky. I got the job, and I don't even know who the CEO is. I was supposed to be interviewed, but I just got the job all of a sudden. Oh, Mother, help me. It feels like something bad is about to happen," Abigail murmured to herself as she walked out of the company. Standing by the roadside, she looked for a taxi to take her home, her mind swirling with confusion and apprehension.
It's not like she doesn't want the job, but the position of person assistant just hit her hard the worst of it is that she wasn't even interviewed.
On the top floor of the company, a man in a finely tailored suit stood near the glass wall, one hand casually in his pocket while the other ran through his hair. He stared intently at the girl who had just walked out of the company, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. However, his smile did not reach his eyes, giving him a sinister aura that made him resemble more of a devil than a man.
"We will meet again, Bluey," he whispered to himself, licking his lips seductively as he watched the girl enter the taxi and drive off. His eyes followed the vehicle until it disappeared from view, a devious gleam in his gaze.