Beyond the Bounds of Possibility

Chapter 1- Before the beginning

My dad always used to tell me, "Don't trust a girl who thinks waffles should be our country's staple food." But I knew he was just saying that because he thought my best friend, Adeeba, was hopping crazy.

Now I wish I had listened to him and not trusted her to give me good advice.

Apart from her insane love for waffles and totally demented ideas and jokes, Adeeba was relatively normal. Well, as normal as girls are before they get together with their best friends.

Standing outside, in front of the huge, opulent glass building with the oh-so-famous name of the company in huge block letters brandished on top, I feel fear and a little doubt creep in. There's no way this prominent software company needs my minor, unexperienced writing skills. This is so useless. Futile. Adeeba is truly crazy for making me come here for the interview. I look at the company's name put up in steel block at the top of the building again:

      INNOVATIONS

I'm so going to innovate new ways of killing Adeeba for making me do this.

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Once inside the building, my fears spark up again. I sit in the lobby of the building, with a dozen other males and females waiting to be interviewed for the new job. I shake my head and laugh at myself for doing this. So futile. Waste of time. How on earth will my minor writing skills get me a job at this top company? How will I be picked among many other good writers? Not that I know how good they are, but they surely must be good writers to apply for a job in this company. Right?

 URGH, I am a mess.

  I look at the time. 8:15. I could have watched so many episodes of star wars instead. 

9:00 now. Only seven other applicants are remaining.

9:10 and then I'm finally called in.

I walk into a white walled room, with only a desk and two chairs placed in the corner of the room. Behind the desk, a lady with long black hair in a blue dress is seated. I move closer and sit opposite her. Mrs. Lenuka, her tag reads.

Mrs. Lenuka look at me and smiles. I smile back. She keeps smiling like she heard some small joke I didn't. I'm thinking of what must be running behind her pretty head, what she's trying to deduce of me. Nice smile, check?

Time seems to drag on as she smiles and then she suddenly stops and sweeps her eyes over me. Nice clothes, check?

And then, I swear, she sniffs. Like, an actual doggy-ish sniff sniff. Nice smell, check? 

What on earth?!

"uhm, hi," I blurt. Great, genius. Way to impress.

Mrs. Lenuka smiles again and says "Dahlia." This woman is another adeeba. Like woman, I know what my name is, okay?

After what seems like forever, she starts to speak. "I'm the media representator of this company and if in case you're employed, you'll be working with me," she introduces. "So, Adeeba has told me a great deal about you. Dahlia Fahd, 18 years of age, avid reader, passionate writer, well educated, clever thinker, lover of sarcasm, desperate dreamer of wanting to have a husband like Chris Pratt..." she chuckles. Aha, Adeeba again. I knew the CEO of this company was Adeeba's uncle but that didn't mean she went about telling people here about me and my love for Chris Pratt. Wait till I meet her.

Mrs. Lenuka continues "So dahlia, I know a lot about you and I've gone through your manuscripts, sample writings and your short stories which got published in the Sunday Observer. They're pretty good, far above average and highly entertaining. But, so are some others who've applied for this post. Besides you have zero professional experience in the field of writing, except for your experience as a freelance writer for newspapers and fiction websites. So I ask you, why is it that you applied for this job? Why do you want to be involved in a big company like ours, for the fame or something else? In short, what is it that you have and others don't and why do you think we should hire you as our company's official media writer?" she says.