Murder at the masked party

Chapter 1 *The job*

People. They are everywhere. I try to push through the crowd as fast as I can. This is ridiculous! I'm already late and these stupid people wont move their slow butts! I continue making my way through the people down the street as they walk in the opposite direction I'm going in. I finally make it to my destination and walk inside. I see a lady at a massive desk and I immediately walk up to her. I clear my throat.

"Excuse me," I say politely. The lady looks up at me and smiles.

"May I help you?" she asks.

"My names Kaylee Rogers and I'm here for the job interview," I say rather quickly.

"Hm let me see," the lady says as she starts typing things in her computer slowly. Why wont she hurry up? I then start to tap my fingers on the counter as she mumbles my name to herself.

"Ah, here we are Kaylee Rogers your room is 188," the lady says and I nod quickly.

"Thanks." I rush away from the desk and into the elevator. I start pushing the buttons to my room and wait as I feel the elevator go up. I look down at my watch and read 3:20.

"Oh no I'm already 20 minutes late!" I yell and start running around the elevator, frustratingly. Lets just say I'm not good under pressure. Finally the doors open and reveal a long corridor. I start speed walking through the corridor hoping to find room 188. I finally find the room and take a deep breathe before knocking on the door.

"Come in," I hear an old husky woman's voice as I enter the room. I see a very long table with a bunch of chairs around. Sitting on the far end of the table is an old lady with her arms crossed.

"Miss Rogers you're late," she says. I stand there for a second trying to think of my excuse.

"and not even fashionably late," she adds and looks down at my outfit. I play with my thumbs as I  think what to say.

"I am so sorry I just-

"I don't want your apologies! I want to know the reason why you're here and it better be a bloody good one, otherwise your out!"

I freeze and walk closer to her.

"Listen, I think you should employ me because I will do an awesome job at everything you tell me to do," I pull out one of the chairs and go to sit on it. But since I'm so nervous I miss and fall. My butt hits the floor and it really hurts. I try not to swear as I watch the ladies eyebrows go up in shock.

"How good are you under pressure?" she asks.

"I'm super good, I mean if you gave me a very stressful task I could do it!' I reply really fast, still sitting on the floor.

"You think so?" she says in an weird way.

"Yes," I say nervously.

"Well I don't think so," she says and points towards the door.

"Get out of my office."

"What, but I-

"I said get out!" she yells and points even harder at the door.

"Okay," I say disappointingly and quietly. I leave the room and go back through the corridor and walk into the elevator. I push the buttons to go down to the first floor. I sigh. Way to go Kaylee, you have stuffed it up once again. This was my forth job interview and I failed horribly. The elevator doors open and I step out. The lady at the front desk smiles at me and I smile sadly back. I walk out the building and out onto the street, which isn't as busy as before. I turn my head in the direction of the building I had just left. I sigh. Maybe next time. My legs then start to take me into the direction of Waterside street, the direction of my home.