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"Mr. O'Hara, line 2, front reception."
Nodding his head, his assistant Aisha dismissed herself from his 41st floor office.
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In the lobby, y/n sat impatiently on a bench situated between the elevators and the front desk. The distance between the two felt miles apart taken how large yet empty the lobby was.
Despite her anxiety, y/n had hope nonetheless while reading the large floating sign hung above the water-fountain: Alchemax; her promising future l
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"Good-morning Mr. O'hara. The new intern has arrived. She's waiting in the lobby," said the middle-aged receptionist.
"And what is she doing right now," he asked, while fiddling with a pen.
Pausing, she responded, "she's just sitting here on a bench waiting sir."
"Not on her phone?"
"No sir." Hesitant as to the silence on the other line, she proceeded to ask, "Should I send her up sir?"
"Yes. Please." Briskly hanging up the phone, he got up to look out the large clear-glassed window onto the grey Tuesday morning city washed by a light rain.
Today, he felt, would be most unpromising and mundane, just like every other before.
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Y/n's iphone 14
iMessage - Besfrennn💕🤞🏾🤪
y/n: my interviews in a few minutes!!! i cant breathe gurll helpppppp
Besfrennn💕🤞🏾🤪: just take a deep breath. youve been preparing for this for weeks. i know ur finna kill it in there
Besfrennn💕🤞🏾🤪: p.s. even if things dont go as planned were still getting korean after n finna get lit w some soju
