Hating The Mafia King

4: The Interview

I keep catching him staring at me. Richard Maranzano's gaze feels like it's piercing right through me, even invading my dreams. Today, I saw him again, with his intense, narrowed eyes and a glint of something unsettling. It's as if he's trying to reach me with just his gaze... although that's all in my dream. I know it's not real but it keeps lingering in my mind, leaving me feeling both intrigued and unsettled.

I am currently getting ready for my interview. I am so confident in this because I believe I will get the job, I have the best qualifications, skills, and even experience. No one will turn down me unless they have a personal beef with me and if I remember clearly, no one has a personal beef with me.

Putting on my shoes, I did a quick check-up in front of the mirror to see how I looked. I look perfectly professional, I am wearing a tailored black blazer with a crisp white blouse underneath. Paired with a knee-length pencil skirt and some classic black pumps. To complete the look, I added a sleek watch and a professional tote bag to carry my credentials.

I am so ready for this.

As I make my way towards the door, I raise my voice so Rebecca can hear me clearly. "I'm off to my interview now! Wish me luck!" I call out with excitement.

From the comfort of her room, Rebecca responds, "Good luck! Love you!" I can tell by the sleepy tone of her voice that she had just woken up. Her words fill me with warmth and encouragement as I head out the door.

I hop into a yellow cab and buckle up as I embark on my journey to the office. Despite putting on a confident facade, I can't deny the nervousness bubbling inside me. This opportunity means the world to me, and I desperately want it to go well. For the past six months, I've been relying on Rebecca's support in my job search, and while she's always been there for me without complaint, I can't help but feel a sense of unease about depending on her all the time.

I really need to step up my game and find a means of living which is why I need this job.

I've done my fair share of research, and I know that the owner of the company is Matilda Ryans. She's in need of a personal assistant, and if I manage to secure this position, it would be a game-changer. Not only would I be earning a handsome salary, but it would also provide a significant boost to my level of experience. I'm keeping my fingers tightly crossed that everything falls into place just the way I hope it will.

A few minutes later, I arrived at the building and quickly settled the fare with the taxi driver before stepping out of the car. The bustling scene of people coming in and out caught my attention, and it was clear that everyone was busy with their own tasks.

Making my way towards the receptionist, I greeted her with a friendly smile and says, "Good morning! I'm Rachel Green, and I'm here for the interview."

With a warm smile, she replied, "Welcome, Miss Green! Just give me a second, and I'll guide you."

"Sure, take your time," I responded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

After a brief moment, she pointed towards the elevator and says, "Alright, there you go. Your interview is on the fifth floor. The manager will be waiting for you there."

"Thank you," I expressed my gratitude before heading towards the elevator.

I stepped into the elevator, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. As I exited the elevator, I found myself face-to-face with the manager. Before I could say a word, she immediately recognized me and says, "Miss Green, right?"

"Yes, that's me. I'm here for the interview," I replied, confirming my purpose.

"Ah, yes. Your interview will take place in the fifth room," she informed me.