REBELLIOUS LOVE.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

ADORA P.O.V.:

Currently, I'm sipping coffee with Mrs.Rose. I was anxious; in the waiting room, I kept playing with my feet and the act bothered the other candidates. I couldn't help, so as not to bother them, I decided to go to the coffee room and have coffee to sooth my nerves. Apparently, Mrs.Rose decided to take a break. I'm not an Invisible woman, of course she inquired about my appearance in the coffee room.
'Adora, what are you doing here?'
I decided to speak the truth, what is the harm in speaking the truth anyway?
'I was feeling anxious, I think I need a coffee. Hence, I came here'
She smiled and requested to sit with her until her break was over. Apart from two of us, there was a third person too, the silence. We didn't speak a word to each other, and sat silently. Truthfully, the environment was not awkward. Mrs.Rose broke the silence only to speak a sentence, 'Adora, be honest with your attitude and speak truth for your Interview'. I smiled seeing wise and compassionate Mrs.Rose. Soon, we both went back to our respective places, I was waiting for my call. In sometime my name was called, Mrs.Rose passed me an encouraging smile and I went inside the office keeping her advice in my mind.

As I approached the door, I knocked twice for permission to enter. My permission was granted by the man inside the office. Hearing the words 'come in', I proceeded with my steps. I kept my gaze straight, and my head high. In the entrance I was greeted with surprise; surprised to see a young man who is the head of the company, my expectations were clearly not met. My assumption was clearly wrong. The voice was firm. Habitually, when I read about the CEO of a company, a company as huge as wilson.co, one of the influential companies around the world; I expected an older man; wise, experienced with a struggling backstory older man.

I was more nervous than I anticipated, I took a deep breath and proceeded with my steps to the person who will decide whether my future consists of my existence in this company or the hunt for the job resumes. As I reached the desk, I formally greeted the man and waited for him to offer me the seat. He was taking his sweet time, his gaze made me feel conscious about myself and my attire. I subconsciously looked down at my attire and back at him. Is he judging me for my age, my attire maybe, I wonder?. Unfortunately, I'm feeling more jittery now.