Descubrimientos (Faye Yoko)

Part 2

Hello again! Here is the second part of this story...

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Chapter 2

Two days had passed since Yoko sent her resume. Suddenly, a distinctive 'ping' resonated on her screen: the notification she had been waiting for. The day of the interview arrived, and Yoko Apasra woke up before dawn, as Bangkok was just beginning to stir. Her mind was filled with anticipation and nervousness as she watched the sky shift from a soft purple to a delicate pink through her window. The cool morning air caressed her skin and sparked a glimmer of hope. She carefully dressed in the outfit she had chosen the day before with Orm: every button, every fold, an armor against uncertainty. Her fingers, slightly trembling, applied makeup as her friend had taught her, transforming her youthful face into that of a confident professional.

As she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, the glass reflected a woman she barely recognized: elegant, sophisticated, ready to conquer the corporate world. She practiced poses and greetings like a game to relax, even though her heart raced with the intensity of a hummingbird caught in a net. Today was the day she might begin to write her destiny, regardless of the long shadows her father cast over her life. But beneath that excitement, there was also a hint of fear: what if she wasn't good enough?

The morning was bustling in Bangkok, the humid air already heavy with the aroma of street food stalls and the incessant roar of traffic, but Yoko felt as if she were in a glass bubble as the taxi wound through the traffic toward Malisorn's company. During the ride, the vibrant streets of the city mirrored the vibrant pulse of her heart, a mix of hope and anxiety that kept her alert.

When she arrived, she was breathless: the building, a gem of modern architecture, loomed majestically against the sky like a giant of glass and steel. Its sleek, flowing shape reflected the sun in the distance, symbolizing the power and success that surrounded her, each polished surface a testament to the perfection that Faye Malisorn demanded in every detail. The impression of grandeur was almost overwhelming, but Yoko's determination burned brighter than her uncertainty.

Yoko took a deep breath, inhaling the perfumed air conditioning before entering, her heels softly echoing on the polished marble as she repeated confidence mantras in her mind. The omnipresent luxury was almost intimidating: exquisitely designed offices separated by frosted glass walls, contemporary artworks that seemed to come alive under strategically placed lighting, and traces of meticulous efficiency in every corner. The staff, just as Orm had told her, looked like they had stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine: all impeccably dressed, manners as polished as the Italian marble floors, more like runway models than office workers.

She immediately checked in at the reception, where a woman with perfectly styled hair and a professional smile directed her toward the interviews. As she walked, she observed the steady flow of employees passing by, each with a defined purpose, their confident steps resonating against the polished floor. However, in that sea of faces, one figure stood out extraordinarily.

Suddenly, Faye Malisorn appeared, dressed in an immaculate black tailored suit that seemed to have been sewn by angels, walking with the grace of a panther. A cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other, her heels marked a hypnotic rhythm as she moved, completely absorbed in what appeared to be an urgent email on her screen. Meanwhile, Yoko sat on a sofa to wait her turn, unaware of the woman approaching her from a distance. The legendary figure moved through the corporate world with such confidence that she didn't look around, but misfortune struck in a fraction of a second: Faye, distracted by her device, stumbled over the edge of the Persian rug that adorned the hallway while murmuring something about deadlines. In the incident, Yoko was affected when the coffee, fortunately cold, described a perfect arc in the air before landing on her immaculate outfit, creating a stain that spread like a map of misfortune across the light fabric.