A Recipe for the President

anticipation

This is what Alexandra wore for her interview. She wore black ankle booties with it.

My boots clanked against the gray tiles as I walked into the entrance. The office was huge. There were at least 10 floors on this building, and this wasn't even the actual 'office'. At the front desk was a gorgeous woman, with copper hair and tinted skin.

"Ma'am. How may I help you?" the woman asked with a hint of irritation, I'm guessing I spaced out.

"I'm here for a j-job interview." I was really nervous. My palms were sweating, and I didn't want to rub them on my skirt to make it look dirty. 

I didn't really understand why I was nervous. I spent 4 years at the Culinary Institute of America, the 2nd best culinary school in America. But for some reason, I just get nervous at random times.

"Here you go, ma'am. The waiting room is down the hall, to your left." The woman handed me a paper, summarizing what the job was and a few questions to answer.

"Thank you!"

I quickly walked to the waiting room at a fast pace, hoping to see only a few people there.

There were about a hundred.

How many people want this job? It doesn't matter now, cause' God knows I will fight my way to get that slot. Being a chef in the White House was a big dill. (just made a food joke heh... ok I'll leave now) I sat down in the only chair that was available and filled out the form.

1) Do you have any allergies to foods/ingredients?

Golden syrup.

2) Why do you think you'll be best suited for this job?

I have worked for this job for my whole life, and I'm not exaggerating. I've worked for almost 15 years to get here. And I don't give a damn if I hurt someone's feelings about not getting the job. Excuse my words, but I think I will be the best match.

3) Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

I see myself in a middle-class range, living with the love of my life and my future kid. I mean, come on, I'll be 31 in 10 years.

When I looked down for a 4th question, the paper had a line that was for my signature.

After I signed, I snapped my head up to see a woman in a navy blue pencil skirt and an off-white blouse standing next to a door.

"Alexandra Miller."

I stepped up, walking towards the door as I handed her the form.

"There's no need to worry. And just a heads up, you're not meeting the president today, you'll be meeting his secretary." the woman smiled.

"Thank you so much. I've been preparing for this for a long time, but somehow I'm still nervous," I replied as I cracked a half smile.

"Don't be," she said as we walked and talked until we made our way to a door that held a sign.

Only allowed for applicants and assistants. Knock three times.

Wow. So specific.

Veronica, (VERONICA SAWYERS IM SrY) which was the lady's name, knocked on the door exactly three times.

"Come in." a voice boomed, though it was slightly muffled because of the door.

Veronica opened the door, as it revealed a tall blonde, dressed elegantly in a navy blue suit and a white undershirt under. Pretty fine but also scary, if I'm being honest.

"This is Alexandra Miller, the next applicant sir," Veronica stated before she handed the man a manilla folder.

"You may leave now, thank you, Ms. Sawyer." the man replied impassively. 😎

As Veronica left the office, the man looked up at me.

"Hi! Sorry for the bad impression, I'm not having the best morning. My name is Tom," the man spoke as he shook my hand. Was this the same guy that gave me the chills a minute ago?

"Alexandra," I replied with a smile.

"You already heard that you won't be meeting Valentin, right?" Tom asked.

"Who's Valentin?" I asked as I tilted my head to the side.

"Oh, I guess Veronica didn't tell you. Valentin is your boss, and well also the president." 

"Oh."

"Well anyway... I read over your resume and form, and...." Tom held the d.

"And?...."

"YOU GOT THE JOB!" Tom cheered.

"How-wha-How did this even happen?" I could barely process what Tom just said.

"After looking at your resume, the others didn't even compare. I have to call Valentin to let him know!"

Wow. 

I actually got the job.

But now, we wait.