Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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Breathe Sariah, don't screw this up.
After receiving the call from Mr. Porter, as much as I attempted, I could do nothing but think about the questions I could be asked, the answers I would have to give, my conversational skills, and how I would react to seeing the head of the company, Mr. Piffler.
I haven't met him before but his reputation precedes him. As the head of one of the leading technological companies, he has been named in many articles, shows, and has received various awards given to only the most influential people in society. I will be meeting a big shot today and at the thought of that, my throat went dry.
Good Lord.
"Ms. Johanesen, Welcome. Nice to see you again." the redheaded receptionist said.
"Good Afternoon, nice to see you too. I'm going up to the 35th floor today as I have a follow-up interview."
"Amazing, head on up. And best of luck!"
"Thank you."
Straightening my ponytail for the third time this morning, I entered the elevator cursing myself for the unusual amount of nervousness in my body. Surprisingly, I was the only one in the elevator of one of the busiest buildings I've ever been in. Maybe that was God's way of forcing me to calm down. With no people in sight, there wasn't any way I would panic right? Wrong. As soon as the elevator doors closed, my body took that as a valid reason to pace up and down the small elevator like a mad woman. Nervousness wracked through my body and, with the lack of people around me, I fear I may pass out from my highly elevated heart rate.
I grabbed my phone to distract myself, however, it had the opposite effect. There were thirty messages from Singh and sixteen missed calls. Singh is known for overreacting but even for him, sixteen missed calls were over the top. I barely had any time to get through his messages because a loud ding sounded from the elevator's speaker signalling my arrival to the 35th floor. As the doors slid open, I could only pray whatever was wrong could wait thirty minutes more.
"Ms. Johanesen, right on time. Mr. Piffler will see you in two minutes. Follow me." a dark skinned woman announced with the brightest smile I've ever seen. She stood by the entrance dressed in work attire that enhanced her deep melanin and exquisitely broad hips.
"S-sure."
When she began to lead me towards the waiting area, my eyes lingered on her derriere and I'm not sure what was more embarrassing, the fact that I so openly stared at her... blessing from God or the fact that I couldn't picture how it fit in her clothes. It was so... big, for the lack of a better word.
She turned around abruptly, almost as if sensing my eyes and offered a small smile. My cheeks reddened at the prospect that she may have found out where my eyes have been, but thankfully, it wasn't that.
"Sorry I didn't introduce myself Ms. Johanesen. I'm Ana, Mr. Piffler's Chief Assistant." She explained.
"Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Sariah, but I bet you already know that." She chuckled.
