"Thank you," Ziana emerged from the interview room with a smile. The panel members had been quite impressed with both her results and her answers. The only issue lay in the salary they were willing to offer, which fell short of her expectations. Nevertheless, she was prepared to accept it.
Pulling out the second-hand phone she'd acquired earlier that morning, essential for communication, she texted her mom, who was engrossed in a bank meeting, before dialing her brother's number.
"I think I'll pass," she announced as her brother's enthusiastic squeal echoed from the other end of the line, eliciting a grin. Exiting the company building, Ziana continued, "Judging by their expressions, I believe they were genuinely impressed."
