Emma

The Job Interview

"I need all of your programs ready by the end of the month for your presentation." The professor announced as he dismissed the class. "And Ms. Frasier," "Yes Professor Hobbs?" Emma asked. "I'm very much looking forward for your Criminal Record Database Dissemination System for your presentation. It seems to be very interesting." The wide-eyed swarthy professor complimented Emma. "I'll do my very best to live up to your expectations professor."

As Emma looked at her watch, she hurriedly walked past the rustic university gates as she will be late for the 3:00PM train for downtown Springfield.

The 24-year old slender Information Systems Technology senior is on her way for her internship interview to one of the best Law Firms in Springfield. Her long, curly black hair was sweeping with the wind as she passed through the village road lined with large maple trees. It was already the middle of October and the wind hushing in her skin was chilly. The falling yellow maple leaves were mixing with her fair complexion, touching her cheeks and giving her a sense of peace at the moment. Her gray flickering eyes were like seeing a whole new world as she was taking the usual road going to the Springfield Train Station. You could sense a hint of happiness in her with the smile she's giving off with her full pink lips.

"I'm ready for this." She whispers to herself.

3:25PM. "Just in time." said Emma to herself as she was entering through a frosted glass door in one of the penthouse offices in the SF Central Building. She was welcomed by a huge aluminum logo of the Craft & Dawson Associates. The reception area was well-lit and had a sense of minimalistic interiors. Emma was wandering her eyes throughout the space in awe.

"How may I help you?" says a petite blonde woman with popping green eyes in the office reception. "Oh, Hi. I'm here for a 3:30PM interview with Mr. Patrick Dawson." Emma said as the woman gazed at her gleefully. "You should be Ms. Emma Frasier? Follow me right here." said the woman as she started walking through the office.

As the two were walking in, Emma was hearing a familiar noise. It was the noise of phones ringing. They entered through a sliding glass door and the noise became louder.

It was a modern office. She was guessing it was a total of 8 offices in glass and oak wood varnished to vintage brown, looking chic and professional. A lot of people in suits and ties were walking past each other as they were answering phone calls and carrying documents of some sorts. "Now this is what I call hectic." Emma whispers to herself. Her eyes were all throughout the place as some people were staring back at her. The sunlight passing through the glass windows was a nice addition to the mood of the office giving it a fluffy atmosphere despite of the turmoil that was happening.

"You can wait for Mr. Dawson right here. Do you want anything to drink, coffee or juice?" The woman asked as they arrived at an office in the corner. "No, thanks. I'm perfectly fine."

The room was perfectly clean. It was a combination of black and white, rough and soft, and horizontal and vertical lines. You wouldn't notice that it was just a small office as the space was efficiently utilized. Emma was very much attracted to the white soft cushions in the couch and was pinching it while looking at the photos in the side table.

She stared at one of the portraits. He was a good-looking man probably in his early 30's. He has a toned body of a swimmer that was evident even if he was clothed; but the most hypnotic was his blue eyes that perfectly matched his brown hair that was messy and fixed at the same time.

"Oh my fricking god. You are absolutely hot." Emma whispers to herself.

"Why, thank you Ms. Frasier." Emma turned her back and was left speechless to what she saw. Patrick Dawson was smiling at her.