el

ere three of them, two men - one of which was the good-looking man that met me at the lobby - and a lady. They sat in chairs behind a long table that

that was the on

hair, not touching it. Not one of them returned my s

a deep British accent. I nodded,

for me to sit on t

" She asked, openi

uments. I took out my CV and gave it to the lady who scanned it before passing it over to

There was nothing to read, he was a blank page. Not even a flick

" The other man said and

d to any role given to me, and I believe I can do a wonderful job working as a person

me a smile, but the men

erience." The good looking one spo

odd

u need at least one ye

ompletely m

to thi

, but for the past two years, I've been helpi

diner. It wasn't large, wasn't popular, but it

stomers, I was mom's walking schedule and alarm clock. I'd jot down all her a

hat an assistant

so I didn't think I could

you, Amelia." She took my CV from the go

ing me? Did I tank the intervi

e at the tip of my tongue to ask, bu

my hands. In my attempt to pick it up, everyth

offer an awkward apology to them. The lady and the man on

d. It w

into the tote bag, muttered another sor

cursed, I

on her face. Sure, she could tell from my expression that it went awful inside the

my head. It went horribly, there was no sugarcoating it. They simply l

that I had lost count of the total amount of interviews I'd been to not including the thirty in that month. If one of them had just said, "You don't have the exp

ckle, snapping me

s were focused on me as s

face?" She said, still laughing. "Di

ked scary whenever I was mad. I had to use that to my advanta

frowned and then loo

won tha

ill felt

. On the stage, I took deep breaths to calm

idn't say I didn't get the job. I still have a ch

was the interview or the stare down with

ded w

e bottle of water mom gave me, chunking it dow

tle bit bett

ptly to leave, but lost my footing and fell back. The still ope