𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙎𝘼𝙉𝙏 | 𝙅.𝘽.

1.

Third Person Pov:

She stood quietly waiting for the subway to arrive. It was a busy day in New York City, everybody was in a rush to get to places they needed to be.

Gabrielle stood in the middle of the crowd calmly, her hazel eyes skimmed through the crowd hoping that she could focus on something. Anything that could get her mind off of her interview.

Even though she was quiet her mind was full of answers she memorized in her head for the interview that she practiced for the night before for hours at a time.

She wouldn't say she was an overachiever but wanted to be as prepared as best as possible for the interview as an assistant for the most successful business company in New York City.

Her weight shifted from one leg to another, reading the signs that showed what time her subway would come again.

A few moments later the train that she had been waiting for finally arrived. A sign of relief escalated through her body as she motioned her body toward the subway car, lightly brushing past the working-class of Americans.

Many different colors and nationalities sprawled through the station but everyone had one particular motive and this was trying to make ends meet.

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Finally, she made it to the building that she has always wanted to be engaged in.

Her eyes fixated on the bold black letters at the top of the tallest office building on the street that read Bieber Cooperation.

A sign that she only could imagine in her mind was now right in front of her eyes.

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Her fingers gently wrapped around the tall cylinder handle, she pushed slightly on the clear glass door that opened at ease revealing the interior of the lobby.

Immediately, she was greeted by the secretary. She smiled slightly and made her way toward the front desk area.

"Hi, My name Gabrielle Montell. I'm here for an interview with Alex Rodriguez." She spoke with ease.

"What time honey?" She asked tiredly, glancing up from her computer motor through her purple-colored spectacles.

"Nine."

Unenthusiastically, her fingers glided across the black keyboard pushing on each key simultaneously while glaring at the illuminated screen.

You could tell by the avoidance of eye contact and the lackadaisical attitude that she didn't have much desire for her job.

"-Well, Miss Montell it seems to me that you do have an interview with Mr. Rodriguez at nine." She proclaimed reading black letters on the computer.

Her eyes then shifted over to a map that was beside her desk. A map displaying a detailed diagram of the building.

" Fifth-floor room two thirty-six."

Gabrielle assuringly nodded and proceeded to the elevator.

She clicked on the button and waited for the elevator door to open.

A few seconds later the doors opened, emerging from the doors were working-class employees all dressed in their proper work attire.

Black suits, pencil skirts, white button-downs, black stilettos, and ties of multiple arrays of colors and patterns moved in different directions.

Their faces aimlessly blank like robots who were only there for jobs and nothing else.

Not a single one of them even smiled or spoke to one another. They all seemed too busy for human interaction.

Gabrielle knew that she could change that. She was very much determined.

And she was aware that she needed to ace this interview.