I didn’t want to do anything wrong today because I wanted to make the best first impression. I needed to do this right because I needed this job, and I couldn’t mess it up. Mum is always the first one to wake up. She’s up first thing in the morning and she usually leaves after she’s woken me up for work because no matter how many alarms I may set, I still manage to sleep through all of them. She failed to do that this morning though, but I figured she didn’t know about the interview that I had or she had most probably forgotten. I managed to wake up on time because I can barely sleep when I’m excited or nervous. My father is the last to wake up because he usually wakes up after 12 PM since he’s retired and prefers to sleep his days away.
I had stayed up most of the night, doing research on the company and planning what I would say and wear to make myself appear fitting for the job. I was wearing a plaid lapel collar blazer with tailored pants of the same colour and it was a nice take on a pantsuit because it was a sophisticated, elegant and fashionable look. I wore a pair of point toe stiletto heels and I completed the look with a black Saint Laurent handbag.
I stood in front of the mirror, looking over my reflection as I took slow and calm breaths but rehearsed my lines in my head. I met my hazel coloured eyes through the mirror, taking in the nervous look and willing myself to calm down. I had a warm beige skin complexion, and I was a lot lighter than anyone in my family. My skin was perfect and radiant but that was only because I went to the best dermatologist and had one of the best skin care treatments. My hazel eyes looked just like my mother’s and in many ways, I looked just like her. I had heart shaped lips and a small nose. My eyes were almond shaped and I had long natural lashes and my eyebrows were thick and shaped perfectly. I preferred to keep my hair short and natural, I had my hair cut in a buzz cut that I had dyed platinum blonde. It only made my features pop out more and it was a fashion statement.
I was 5’1 and I definitely got my height from my mother, so I always wore heels to appear a bit taller and command a bit more respect from my male colleagues. Pleased with how I looked, I turned and made my way out of the penthouse and to the underground parking where I would find my Range Rover neatly parked. I was the kind of girl who preferred larger cars because they made me feel safer and taller, even though I was only 5’1, I only drove SUV’s or pickup trucks. My father was the one who preferred sports cars but I couldn’t take being short and being in a small car, I should at least be tall and big elsewhere, right? My father found it comical that I had a Range Rover and a GMC Sierra 1500 when I was the size of a pinkie finger.
The clicking of my heels managed to keep my mind preoccupied with the noise as I climbed into my car and prepared myself for the journey towards my new beginning. The car hummed to life and I carefully put on my seatbelt before I prepared myself for the New York morning traffic. I put on my GPS even though I knew New York way too well to be worried about getting lost before I started driving. I played music lightly and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel as I prepared myself to be judged and asked questions that would try to throw me off my feet.
Even though I was nervous, I thrived under pressure. I knew that when I entered that interview room, I would answer every question thrown at me with ease because I was at the top of my game. I knew all that there was to know about the company because I had done my research. I knew that they were high class investors who were always looking for new business ventures for them to invest in and help reach highs entrepreneurs didn’t know they could reach. The company also did a lot of charity work, including donations, food drives, renovating shelters and orphanages, and they hosted a number of fundraisers.
Half an hour later, I pulled up to the building and parked my car before I took my handbag, threw it over my shoulder with my resume and every kind of achievement that I had on paper, in hand. I stepped out of my car and looked up at the building. Unlike the fancy and all windows and glass building that the Bentley’s had, this one was more of old stone and vintage looking. The stone was white and right at the very top were the names of the company in gold. It didn’t look to be as tall as the Bentley’s building but it was definitely wider. I took in a deep breath and looked at the door where two men in black suits stood with earpieces to their ear. I assumed they were bodyguards because they stood at each end of the door as still as statues.
