Mr. Fisbach

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Jack's p.o.v
I quickly pulled on my new suit "c'mon Jack , hurry up , you're gonna be late" I told myself. I looked at my watch "I have five minutes" I started to panic so I picked up my car keys and shot outside and got into my car.
I pulled up in the parking lot of a large grey and black building. I got out my car and walked down the stone pavement , my new shoes making small noises for each step I took. I pushed the glass door open and went to the old counter "H-hi I'm Séan I'm here for the interview " I told the young brunette behind the counter 'okay Mr.Mcloughin,Mr.Fisbach will see you shortly " she told me. I went and sat down on the small, cushioned chairs and waited patiently for Mr.Fisbach to finish whatever he was doing and come see me.
               It had been over half an hour since I sat down "And I thought I was gonna be late" I mumbled angrily to myself as I impatiently checked the clock again. I heard a creek from down the hallway, I looked down from the clock and at the hallway. A tall , fit man with red and black hair wearing a white button up shirt tucked into his black trousers. "Mr. Mcloughin" he called in a deep voice. I got up like an obedient school child and walked over. "Follow me" he told me flinging his clipboard onto the counter and started to walk down the hallway. I followed looking up at the wall. It was a deep cream colour like a hospital with a lot of the paper peeling away. We finally arrived at a big oak door at the end of the corridor.

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