Waiting for Better

Chapter Three

A/N~ Ok! So we are back to Adalyn's POV. Enjoy :)

Oh and if anybody is wondering and doesn't know, Callum's name is pronounced like kay-lum. Not Call-um. I just like it spelt that way :)

Also, what do you guys think of Nicolas Simoes for Callum?

Chapter Three

~Adalyn~

I took a deep, calming breath as I stood before the tall building. It was the highest on the block and stood out with its sleek, black glass and panels. 'Wolven Industries' was spelt out in large letters above the main doors.

Trying to calm myself before I turned into a shaking and stuttering mess, I regulated my breathing. When I felt relaxed enough, or as relaxed as I was ever going to get, I strode to the glass, sliding doors.

I had been so shocked when I had received a call a few days ago. It had been the CEO's personal assistant, Marie, who informed me that I was being considered for the position. I of course knew that this had something to do with Mr. O'Connely. While I was irked that he went against what I asked, I couldn't turn the opportunity down.

As I walked inside, I was blasted with cool air. The inside was even better than the outside. The black tiles made up the flooring with a rather large, black desk in the center. Two security guards were on either side, eyeing me as I stepped inside.

The lobby was empty and dead silent save for the security guards and the receptionist typing away at her computer. Nervously, I stepped up to the counter, immediately grabbing the women's attention.

Smiling kindly she asked, "What can I help you with today Miss? Do you have an appointment?"

Her respectful attitude reassured me quite a bit and I let out a genuine grin. "Yes ma'am. I have a twelve o'clock appointment with Mr. West."

"Can I see some form of I.D?" She nodded while waving over a security guard after she confirmed that I was on for an appointment. "You'll need to take that elevator to the 85th floor," she supplied while pointing at the elevator. At my questioning glance to the security guard she said, "The upper floors need a card for clearance."

After thanking her for her time, I followed the security guard to the elevator. It was an incredibly long way up considering there were only 85 floors and since the stoic security officer wasn't speaking, it gave me time to collect myself again.

As usual, I was over thinking things. Was I wearing the right dress pants? Was my blouse tucked in all the way around? In the dark glass of the reflection I was able to assess and criticize my appearance. With my black, dress pants and white blouse that I had slightly unbuttoned at the top, I stood quaking anxiously. My blonde hair was in a half ponytail and came down around my shoulders in waves. Every moment I spent gauging my apparel, the more insecure I felt.

A soft 'ding' brought me out of my inner ramblings, with the elevator doors sliding open to a hallway. Walking forward quietly as my black dress shoes tapped against the tiles softly, I turned and thanked the officer.

Continuing down the long hallway, I came to an open space that was a replica of the one down stairs but only slightly smaller. Also, in this room there were dark, leather chairs lining a wall with a few people sitting in them. That obviously was the waiting room. I assume they are here for the position too.

"Miss, can I help you?"

Jumping, I looked over at the receptionist. I had been staring blankly and didn't even realize she had been trying to speak to me. "Yes! I'm sorry," I chuckled nervously. "I'm Adalyn Sumptor. I'm here for the job interview." I saw a glimpse of her platinum, name plate. So this is Marie.