As the sound of a car horn echoed from outside the apartment, Amya stirred awake in the cozy space she shared with her mother, conveniently situated near the bustling city center. Finding this apartment was no small feat, as they prioritized the short distance to their workplaces, knowing that a lengthy commute would strain their already tight budget.
With a lazy reluctance to rise, Amya lingered in bed for a moment, until the significance of the day jolted her into action. Springing out of bed, she flung open the curtains and windows, inviting the fresh summer air and sunlight to cascade into her room. After neatly making her bed, she headed to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare for the day ahead.
Later, Amya stepped into the dining room, dressed in a form-fitting light blue business outfit that accentuated her features. At twenty-three, she had just graduated from college and carried an admirable presence with her long golden-brown curly hair, light brown eyes, and rosy complexion. Her pink lips and perfectly curved figure enhanced by her milky white skin made her an undeniable sight to behold.
In the dining room, she found her mother, Amber, already seated with a steaming cup of black coffee and a plate of French toast, tapping away on her tablet.
"Good morning, Mom," Amya greeted her as she took a seat at the table.
"Morning, my dear! How was your night?" Amber responded, her eyes still glued to her screen.
"It was fine, but I couldn't shake off my anxiety about the interview at Parrington Media Expo Company later this morning," Amya confessed, pouring herself a glass of juice and plating some biscuits.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. You've worked hard to prepare, and I'm confident you'll ace that interview," Amber reassured her while continuing to type.
"I hope so. The competition is fierce for the personal assistant position to the president of such a powerful media expo company," Amya replied, nervously chewing on her breakfast.
"Just believe in yourself. You're capable of great things, and I'm sure you'll make a good impression. I promise," Amber said, her eyes finally meeting Amya's.
"Thank you, Mom. I'll give it my all."
After finishing breakfast, Amya bid her mother farewell and set off for her interview. The city buzzed with activity as she navigated through the busy streets, her nerves a constant companion. Upon arriving at Parrington Media Expo Company, anticipation soon turned into frustration as time dragged on. Despite arriving at nine-twenty-five a.m., about twenty minutes early, it was now nearing lunchtime, and she still hadn't been called in.
To distract herself, she examined the impressive twelve-story building, primarily constructed of concrete, iron, and glass. Seated on a plush white couch in a chic lobby adorned with art and greenery, she watched the receptionist manage the front desk with practiced ease.
As the minutes ticked by, Amya's anxiety grew. She fidgeted with her fingers, trying to maintain her composure. When the wait became unbearable, she stood up to approach the receptionist for an update on her interview status. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, she heard her name being announced by someone.
"Amya Cora?"
Turning her head, she saw a woman in a stylish black and white business suit striding towards her. The woman, exuding professionalism, caught Amya's eye not just for her business attire but for her striking beauty, full breasts, a tapering waist, and luscious dark brown hair. Amya momentarily lost her train of thought, captivated by the woman's allure.
"Miss Amya Cora?" the woman called again, pulling Amya back to reality.
"Yes, that's me!" she replied, extending her hand for a handshake, which the woman gladly accepted with grace.
"Hi, I'm Stacy Penny, the executive chief assistant to the president. I understand you're here for the interview," she said with a friendly smile.
Amya nodded, feeling a mix of determination and nerves. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Great, follow me," Stacy instructed, leading Amya toward the elevator.
The ride up was filled with a tense silence, Amya's mind racing with thoughts of how she would impress them. Once on the tenth floor, they entered an extravagant room reminiscent of a talk show set. Stacy gestured for Amya to sit on a soft, red couch beside her.
"I hope you realize that this role demands exceptional skill, patience, and loyalty. The fact that you've maintained your composure while waiting shows you're a promising contender. I'd like to ask you a few questions to assess your fit for this job, if you don't mind?"
Before Stacy could continue, a commanding voice boomed through space in the room.
"Don't worry, Stacy; I'll take it from here!"
Both women turned, and Amya found herself gazing at a handsome young man in his mid-twenties, confidently dressed in a dark blue suit. With golden blond hair and piercing blue eyes, he was undeniably striking. Amya felt an involuntary gasp rise in her throat, momentarily spellbound by his presence.
Stacy, caught off guard, protested, "But, Sir! I'm responsible for interviewing the candidates."
The man was none other than David Perrington, founder and president of the Parrington Media Expo Company. Amya had read about him and knew he was hailed as the youngest leader of a multi-billion-dollar company. Women across the country adored him, and she was no exception. Her heart raced as she watched him enter the room.
"I call the shots here, Stacy. It's my right to choose my own personal assistant, isn't that right, Stacy?" David replied smoothly.
"Yes, of course, sir! It's entirely your decision. Please forgive my interruption," Stacy conceded, rising from the couch to allow David to sit beside Amya. Amya stood, ready to greet him, but he seemed oblivious to her gesture and instead poured himself a drink. After a sip of brandy, he turned to her, his blue eyes locking onto hers.
"Miss Amya, correct?"
"Yes," she replied, feeling a mix of admiration and mild irritation at his lack of courtesy.
David took another sip of his brandy, his gaze never leaving hers. "So, why are you here?"