Alia's Pov
On a radiant and sunny day in Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada, I felt a surge of vitality as I reflected, "This is it," or so I believed. I had just received a call from Rizon Global informing me that I had been selected for the position of personal assistant. Although I was unaware of whom I would be assisting, I felt a sense of reassurance that everything would turn out well, as my primary concern at that moment was securing the role after undergoing numerous interviews with various companies, including H Express, McDonald's, Hampton Inn, and several others.
This news brought me immense joy, especially as I was on the verge of giving up. I was informed that a confirmation letter would be sent to my email, which I needed to sign and return, along with other essential documents such as my study and work permit, bank information, and the required background check, all before the end of the day. I found myself refreshing my email for the fifth time in five minutes, yet there was still no sign of the anticipated message.
With a sigh, I decided to take a shower, as I had assignments to complete and was feeling quite drowsy. I hoped that the warm, soothing water would invigorate me and alleviate my fatigue. By thbe time I returned, it was already 2 PM. I checked my email once more and finally found the message from Rizon, complete with the necessary qqqdocumentation I was required to fill outl1.