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Isabel attends a student band's gig at her uni with her friend Mary. It started as an innocent girls night out but Isabel didn't know she'd fall head over heels for the drummer.
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Isabel had an interview for the job she applied for- police assistant. She was panicked and stood in front of her mirror, trying to prevent panic sweating. She wore a dark, blue blouse, black trousers and a black blazer. She took a deep breathe then stepped out of her flat, building and then into her car.
When Isabel arrived at the station she took more deep breathes, shook her clammy hands and fixed her hair. She clambered out of the car and went inside.
The entrance was quite open, a small reception desk and a woman was stood behind it. Her white hair was cut in a pixie cut and a fag was between her lips. "Can I help you?" she asked, Isabel was startled a little and walked up to the desk.
"Oh, um, hi I'm here for the assistant interview- Isabella Torres," She introduced herself. The receptionist looked her up and down and scribbled something down.
"Right- lift to the second floor and wait in front of it then someone should direct you," the receptionist said.
Isabel glanced towards where the lift sat, "Alright, thanks," she walked away from the desk and got into the lift. Luckily it was empty so she didn't have to make awkward lift small talk. When she got to the second floor she stood awkwardly in a little foyer area, clutching her bag, she took in the room.
It was quite large, five large desks were dotted around the bullpen. Phones were ringing left and right and cigarette smoke clouded the air. "Hey, you alright?" someone asked her, she jumped a little and turned around. An officer in uniform stood there, he was a little old, balding but had a friendly smile.
"Oh, hi, I'm Isabella Torres- I'm here for the assistant interview," she explained, pushing her glasses up her nose.
"Really? I've been expecting you. Lovely too meet you, I'm Captain Wells, would you like to follow me?" he said, Isabel nodded and followed him across the bullpen and into a little room. He sat down on the far side of the desk and gestured for Isabel to sit opposite him. He lit up a fag and sat back in his chair, he picked up a piece of paper and examined it. "Isabella Torres?" she nodded, "Tell be about yourself, your current job, are you in university, what do you study?"
"Um, yeah I am in Uni, I study Psychology and Literature and I'm currently a waitress," Isabel said.
"Good, good, whats your strengths? Weakness?"
"I like to think that I'm good at time keeping, I like to stay organised and my weakness- well I'm a bit of a perfectionist," She chuckled at the end.
