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Chapter 1 (Rewritten)

Author POV

Nurin had only been out of university for two weeks, and today was the day of her interview. The only problem was that she was still asleep.

Her mother, Alia, entered her room and knocked loudly on the door for the third time. However, Nurin was still sleeping peacefully.

"Nurin! If you don't get up, I'll pour water on you," Alia threatened.

"Coming, Mom!" Nurin shouted as she carefully moved around her bed and got up.

"Alhamdulillah for another day," she muttered as she woke up.

She quickly went to the bathroom, took a shower, and dried her hair before getting ready for her interview. When she looked at the time, she was shocked.

"Oh no, I'm running late!"

She immediately put on her headscarf, did a little natural makeup, grabbed her things, and rushed out of her room.

As she came downstairs, she called out, "Assalamualaikum, Mom! Byeee, I'm running late!"

"Nurin, come have breakfast before you leave!" Alia shouted.

But Nurin was already gone.

"God, help this girl. She wakes up late and then worries that she's going to be late," Alia said with a laugh.

—

When Nurin arrived at the firm, she walked inside and approached the receptionist.

"Hi, I'm Nurin. I'm here for an interview," she said.

After the receptionist confirmed her appointment, Nurin was directed to the third floor.

She sat down and waited for her turn. There were several people ahead of her, so she patiently waited in the waiting area. After ten minutes, her name was finally called.

Nurin walked into the office and greeted the interviewer. After three minutes of conversation, the man looked through her file.

"You're inexperienced," the older man said. "Our company is new, and we need people with experience."

Nurin looked at him and tried to stay calm. "Sir, how am I supposed to gain experience if no one gives me the opportunity to work? Please, just let me show you what I can do."

"I'm sorry, but we can't take that risk. We need experienced employees," he replied, closing her file.

Nurin nodded sadly and stood up. She thanked him before leaving the office.

When she reached her car, she got inside and closed the door. She sat there quietly for a moment before mumbling, "How am I supposed to get experience if people like you won't even give me a chance?"

She was frustrated. Many companies had rejected her for the same reason she didn't have enough experience.

But how could she gain experience when no one was
willing to give her the chance?

——-

When Nurin arrived home, she paused for a moment and double-checked the address to make sure it was really her house. There were seven cars parked nearby, and they were not ordinary cars. They were expensive, luxury vehicles that stood out from the rest.

Curious, Nurin walked toward the house and opened the door.

As she stepped inside, she noticed her parents sitting in the living room with a man in his fifties. All three of them turned their attention toward her.

"Assalamualaikum," Nurin greeted softly.

"Waalaikumsalam," her father and the man replied.

Her mother immediately stood up and walked toward her, gently guiding her to sit on the sofa beside her.

"Isn't this Nurin?" the man asked, looking at her.

"Yes, she is," her father, Nuh, replied.

"Last time I visited, she was only nine years old. She has grown into such a beautiful woman," the man said with a smile.

Nurin's parents looked at her proudly.

"Of course she grew. We fed her well," Nuh joked with a smile.

The man laughed before turning his attention back to Nurin.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Mukhriz Khan. Your father and I were best friends back in the day. I came to your house once when you were little. I don't know if you remember me," Mukhriz explained.

Nurin smiled politely and shook her head slightly.

"Did you just come back from work?" Mukhriz asked.

"No, she went for an interview today. She keeps getting rejected because she doesn't have enough experience," Nuh answered, leaning back on the sofa.

Mukhriz looked surprised.

"Nurin, didn't you graduate with a master's degree in Architecture?" he asked while taking out his phone.

"Yes, sir," Nurin replied politely.

"My son's company is currently looking for an architect. Why don't you apply there? I'll tell him about you. You'll have the opportunity to gain experience, and I'll give you my word that you'll be considered," Mukhriz said.

Nurin's parents smiled when they heard that.

"That would be wonderful. Thank you, Mukhriz," Nuh said gratefully.

Mukhriz stood up and picked up his belongings.

"I'm getting late. I should be going," he said.

He handed Nurin a business card.

"Here, this is my son's company card. It has the address and all the information you need. Good luck, Nurin."

"Thank you, sir," Nurin replied.

Mukhriz smiled before walking out of the house, leaving Nurin holding the card that could possibly become the beginning of her career.

End of chapter