Spark || March 2022

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" W E L C O M E  T O  S P R I N G  W A V E S  O F F I C E, how may I help you?" A lady, probably of age 45, stood in the reception.

"Hey, I've come here for the internship interview," I told the lady.

"Uhm, there are lots of interviews going on right now, so could you please specify which one are you here for?" The lady looked up at me. Lots of interviews? Wasn't it mentioned on the website that only-, never mind, it's a waste of time.

"I'm here for the financing internship," I tell the lady. She scrunches her eyebrows before typing out some stuff and then raises her head.

"Your name, and may I see some ID proof, please." I nod and take out the stuff required and hand it over to the lady. I've always had this doubt, why would someone pretend to be another person and do something? Just- rubbish.

She types out something on the desktop, precisely my details- and then hands over my ID along with a printed paper.

"Go straight; you'll find the lift there, go to the eighth floor, the topmost floor, there'll be the CEO of Spring waves Team, he'll take your interview. Thank you for coming."

I nodded and smiled, and walked straight towards the lift. Entering the lift, I pressed button eight but noticed ten floors; wait—didn't the receptionist say that there were only eight floors—? Do I go up and see what is there—? Well, never mind, I'm not leaving my job at stake.

The lift opened, and the first thing I see is a man's face. He looks familiar, though. I smiled—for decency—but he smirked. My smile immediately wiped off. His smirk widened. Welp, don't think you won, buddy—.

I stepped out of the way and adjusted my makeup—hideously showing him the middle finger and walked to the receptionist there.

I smiled, and before I could speak— my phone started blowing up with notifications. Speak about bad timing.  Imagine the situation; you're in a pin-drop silent place, and randomly your phone gets blown up; Jesus Christ— just bless God.

I quickly unzipped my bag, fumbled with all the folders in my hand, took the phone, and wait— why isn't this thing shutting off? I fumbled for a few more seconds before I managed to switch it off. Whoever was the person behind the phone— you are so dead.

I let out a breath and raised my head to see the assistant glaring at me and pointing towards something.

Oh.

OH.

Welp, —looks like my phone just blew up in a no-phone zone. I sheepishly smiled at the assistant and showed her the printed details I got from the ground-floor lady.

She took the paper, analyzed it, and then handed me a pass. I collected it from her— but no, that wasn't the end. She motioned her hand— representing me to stop, and then she took a phone and spoke in a hushed tone. Wait a minute— wasn't I a good overhearing person? Guess people talk in hush-hush tones only.

"The CEO of Spring Waves team is ready to take your interview; you may go ahead,"  she informed. I nodded, spoke out thanks which she probably didn't notice, and moved towards the room. 

I took a deep breath, and knocked twice on the door. A faint 'come in' was heard, and that's when I knew, this interview was going to change my life.

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