Chapter 2: The Interview

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"Mr Devries will see you now." A beautiful, tall lady said.

I cautiously on the door to his office, holding my breath.

"Enter." I heard a soft welsh accent voice say on the other side.

"Hi, I'm umm Han-"

"I know who you are. Sit." Mr Devries said, referring to the leather chair sitting across from his desk. From the moment I entered the building my breathing has increased rapidly and I'm starting to feel abit dizzy.

"Do you have your designs I asked you to draw?" Mr Devries asked.

"Uh yes I do, sir, they're in my bag." I said awkwardly getting them out my bag.

"Oh, I don't want to see them."

What did he just say? He doesn't want to see them?

"Excuse me?" I asked getting slightly angry due to the frustration building up in my body.

"I don't want to see them"

"Why not, sir?" I'm so tempted to just swipe everything on his desk and walk out the building like I own the place. But being my shy self, I can't do that.

"Because I-" he started.

"So are you telling me that I spent 2 weeks of my life making these designs perfect?! I WORKED SO HARD ON THESE FUCKING DESIGNS AND YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SAY 'OH IM THE FAMOUS MR DEVRIES AND I CAN TELL EVERYONE WHAT TO DO AND NOT CARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSE'S FEELINGS!'?? HUH?!"
I screamed standing up infront of him and towering him. I completely lost it.....

"And what makes you think you can talk to me like that Mrs Hannah Conall?" He said, now standing up towering me. Curse my shortness.

"I err umm..." I muttered.

"You're hired"

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