Newspaper Boy

The Interview

(Samuel's POV)

Just by looking at the skyscraper in front of me gave me chills. But this was my big moment, if I did this, all of my work would pay off. Taking the biggest breath I could manage for my small body, I stepped forward towards the automatic opening doors. My legs were turning into jelly, but I stayed firm. I had to be professional, for the sake of this job. After pushing the button for the elevator with my shaking hands, I dug them into my pockets to calm myself. Yes I was extremely nervous, this was the biggest thing I'll ever do in my life, this interview, and I wanted to accomplish it.

I jumped when the elevator dinged and saw a couple of people in it, which made me freeze. But I quickly made my way into it and waited patiently for my floor level. Of course the place where I had to go was near the top, my nerves were restless as I stood in the corner, away from everyone. I didn't do well I crowds.

Thankfully I was the last one off the elevator, I couldn't stand being in the closterphobe area. Stepping out, I looked around the fancy entrance. It was pretty big area, with a huge conference room with glass around it and two front desks that guarded double-doors in front of me. This made me more nervous but I sucked in my breath and started slowly walking towards the desks.

A blonde lady was sitting at one of the desks, typing away as she was focused on her work. I swallowed my fear and cleared my throat to get her attention.

"H-hi... Uhm... I-I'm here for-" my words were stumbling but she caught me in mid sentence.

"Mr. Sanders is waiting for you inside." She said it so fast and stern, like I was wasting her time.

Nodding at her response, I took another deep breath, rubbed my sweaty palms on my pants and proceeded forward towards the double-doors. This was my only chance to accomplish my dream, I had to make a good impression. So as I held onto the door handle tightly and slowly turned the handle, I entered the room where I would be determined if I'm good enough for this position of a lifetime.

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Creaking the door open, I peaked my head through the entrance to see what I was dealing with. There was a man sitting at his desk, looking straight at his laptop as his fingers danced away at the keyboard. He looked so determined in his work that he didn't even hear me close the door behind me.

Maybe this was a bad time for this... I thought to myself, but shook it off as I quietly walked forward towards his desk. But standing here made me even more nervous, my skin was crawling from sweat. But despite my fear, I knew that I was ready for this moment.

As I cleared my throat, his eyes darted away from the screen and straight towards me which made me jump a little. He looked annoyed as he glared deeper into me and he closed his laptop.

"H-hi, I-I... Uhm.. H-here for th-the interview?" My throat was so dry that it was hard to speak but I've manage to process words.

He nodded and stood up, running his hand against his suit to adjust it.

"Yes, Mr. Evans, please have a seat." He ordered and I quickly sat in the chair that faced his desk.

My hands were so shaky that I had to grip the piece of paper that I wrote on for notes to calm myself. It wasn't the interview that I was scared of, it was how he would judge me. By the way he first looked at me made me feel like I wasn't going to make it. But regards, I still had to try.

As he came around his desk and leaned his back against the desk, I couldn't help but stare at his form. He was the most beautiful man I've seen, he looked like one of those male models that I secretly looked at in magazines in my teen years. My heart was racing just by his apprentice.

The sound of his throat clearing made me get back into reality. I froze and bit my lip that was tumbling. His eyes still piercing at me, but more relaxed this time. I took another deep breath before I spoke.

"S-sorry sir... I uhm.. Just.. Uh-" my eyes were looking down, scattering around the floor. This was not a good time for me for stumbling. I was probably wasting his time, I should just end this before I caused anymore trouble.

But I felt his hand touch my shoulder and I looked up, meeting his emerald glowing eyes.

"Relax. No need to be afraid. Just breathe." He told me as he demonstrated taking a deep breath, I followed his motion.

After awhile doing this practice, my heart finally slowed down and I felt more relaxed. I had the courage to smile at him but as he leaned back towards his desk, he just nodded.

"Now Mr. Evans, tell me a little about yourself." He was back to staring me down.

My heart jumped. I wasn't really prepared for this question, and it was the first one? I took a deep breath.

"I-I uhm... Just graduated from college with a journalist degree." That was the proudest accomplishment, hopefully with this job I'll be successful. As I was fidgeting with my fingers, I slowly looked up to see what his reaction was; it didn't change.

"Alright. Now why do you want this job?" He asked next.

Taking another deep breath, I looked down at the crumbled paper that I had in my pocket. My hands were still shaking, and as I glanced up at him, he was still darting at me.

Swallowing hard, I quickly looked down at my paper.

"I.. Uhm.. I've just thought that this would be a... Uh... big opportunity for my... future career.." I wasn't really confident but it was the best I could do. I didn't dare to look up to see what he was thinking.

But I heard him sigh, which made my heart drop. I was definitely not wanted here.

"What do you think are your greatest professional strengths?" His next question made me feel a little bit more comfortable.

"I'm really good at following orders given to me, I listen very well indeed and I'm a quick learner to any new task." This finally made me smile because I was proud of my strengths, I've worked so hard to achieve them.

Hearing the click of his pen made me curiously look up. He stood up, fixing his suit again and grinned at me.

"We'll give you a call for a practice work day for you, Mr. Evans. For now you may rest up." His tone seemed so more relieved, probably because I wasn't annoying him anymore with my nerves.

"S-so t-that's it?" I asked nervously. That couldn't be it, could it? Was he playing tricks with me?

His charming grin made me melt inside, but I held my excitement in.

"Of course. It's just a simple interview, no need to worry." He replied confidently. I nodded, understanding that I'm thinking too much, I just needed to relax.

Standing up slowly, I kept eye contact with his deep sight. He looked so much more different from when I entered the room. Was that a good thing? I didn't know but maybe it meant something. He reached out his hand and when I took it, my body stopped shaking immediately. It felt like a ton of bricks was lifted off my shoulders, I could finally relax. Well... Maybe... Just depends on how well I will do, and I will prove them that I can. With that, I gave him a big smile and he returned a small one, nodding of my approval.

As he opened the door for me to exit, I confidently walked out of his room. The desk lady smiled as I passed her. This place seemed so amazing, I really hoped that I could work here. So as I held onto that hope, I happily skipped my way down the street.