1: Regrets?

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'What did I get myself into?' was the main thought going through my head right now. I was standing in front of one of the tallest and most impressive looking office buildings I have ever seen. 'A.G. corporation' was written in big letters above the entrance.

Through my research before this interview I found out that those initials stood for Alexander Greenfield who is the current owner of this company and his father Alan Greenfield who was the former owner until 3 years ago.

As I stepped into the building I was slightly overwhelmed by the amount of people walking around in all different directions, all of them looking like they either were doing something really important or they were just important themselves.

I, on the other hand couldn't feel any less important and lost right now, so I made my way over to the front desk. "Hello. Could you please tell me where I can find Mr. Greenfield's office?" I asked the lady, sitting behind it. "Top floor, then to the right" she tells me and immediately goes back to whatever she was doing before. "Thank you" I quickly mumbled as I made my way into the elevator along with three other people.

I couldn't help but look down at myself and feel so underdressed, even though I tried to dress extra fancy today. Everyone seemed to wear high end brands and had their hair and make up styled as if they went to the beauty salon in the morning. All the women had updos or perfectly curled hair, while I just wore my shoulder lenght brown hair down in it's natural state.

 All the women had updos or perfectly curled hair, while I just wore my shoulder lenght brown hair down in it's natural state

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As the elevator arrived at the top floor I checked the time once more, seeing that it was almost 9 now

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As the elevator arrived at the top floor I checked the time once more, seeing that it was almost 9 now. This elevator ride took a lot longer than I expected. Right in front of Mr. Greenfields office, was another secretary and quite a few other girls who looked like they were here for the job interview as well. I couldn't help but notice that most of them were dressed extremely revealing but maybe that's just how people dress for jobs like that, I wouldn't know.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The secretary asked. "Hi, I'm here for the job interview as a personal assistant" i told her with a smile. "Name?" She asked me. "Stefanie Bauer" i told her quietly. I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by her as she looked at me and then went back to type something into her laptot. She just seemed simply perfect. "Okay. You can wait here until your name gets called" she told me and I nodded, thanking her.

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