I'm Admired But He Is Feared

Chapter One

Every noise, every object and everyone was just pounding different things into my head. Everyone seems so different compared to what it's like in the real world.

They all seem like robots, like statues that have to do as they are told by their master which they are supposed to realistically do.

So, why do I want to be a part of them? I could be running out of the door with my whole life ahead of me and have the chance to grab any single opportunity that I want to, but I chose not to. Why?

That's exactly what I've asked myself ever since I got here but if I can't answer that simple worded question then who really can?

"Sofie Koenraad?" My head pops up almost immediately to look at the person that had called my name out.

A pretty blonde came into my view as she was looking at me with a genuine smile-well not all of them seem like statues then.

"Y-yes. Here" Standing up from the rock solid chair which didn't bother me as much as I thought it would I stay standing where I am until I'm told what to do next.

 I'm very clumsy in the head, I'll only do something if someone tells me to, if they don't then I won't do it or the thought won't even come to my mind.

"If you will just follow me I will direct you to your interviewer" She tells me in a polite tone.

Giving her a smile I take a small baby step towards her and began walking in my normal pace behind her heeled one. The more steps we took the more my heart beat raced.  Why am I so nervous for? It's just an interview.

 I've had many interviews before but this one just seems to scare me more than usual and I never get scared-hardly.

It's going to be ok, I can do this, just like mom said, 'take a deep breath whenever you feel like you're going to give up because taking a deep breath and thinking about it just relaxes you'.

 "Miss Koenraad?" My attention goes straight back to the blonde who was giving me the directions.

Just noticing my presence I realized that we already stopped at our location which was in front of a dark coffee wooden door.

"You can just knock on the door and step right in. Good luck" Giving me a small pat on the shoulder she walked off leaving me standing in front of the door.

 My breathing seemed to quicken as it seemed like the hallway was slowly bit by bit shrinking in its size so it could vacuum me up and away and I don't exactly mind that happening at this moment.

Here goes nothing I say in a small tone to myself out loud. Bringing my pale fist up I knock on the door and wait for a response.

"Come in" The deep voice says from the other end of the room.

It seems distant yet very clear.

Touching the cold handle I push it down and slowly let my eyes rank the room while at it. My breath gets caught in my mouth as I just stare at the sight in front of me.

I don't think I've seen such a beautiful office before in my life-it's amazing!

Every single item, furniture, colour and fall compliments the entire room making it seem very unique and different in its own way. But where is the man that is supposed to be interviewing me?

 I never got told who it would be all I know is that someone from the office more like an employee from here would be interviewing me but according to this room this man holds a very high position in this company.

Taking a step into the room I close the door behind me and try to find where my interview is. Looking to my right I see a reflection of what seems like to be a person-it's probably him; my interviewer.