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First Time, pals!

I woke up, looked around and yawned loudly. As I was trying to remember for how long I actually slept, I felt this sticky sensation near my mouth.
Drool. 

Oh! What a sleep I must have slept, to have such a huge puddle gracing the small table right in front of me. I have never slept this soundly, even at home. But here I am, wiping the drool off of my face, while I am at work.

It's been almost two weeks, since I am here.

But now, after all these days have passed, it feels like, I've been here my whole life! 

Ms Gemma left a while ago, saying she'll be back in half an hour. But, that half an hour  passed two hours ago. And still, there is no trace of her anywhere near here.

I sat by the huge window, staring at the pedestrians. Maybe in a hope, that anyone would notice this building, and head in while casually speaking among themselves about how much hungry they suddenly are...

My butt started feeling numb. I was now wondering, what is the difference between my before-job and after-job life. 

In both the lives, I did nothing. But somehow, the before-job life was still less boring. 
Why? Because, I didn't have to sit around anywhere like a depressed Juliet who knew that no Romeo is coming for her...!

Don't give me that look. 
This is what happens when you spend 7 hours per day, watching dramas and stuff; all along, picturing yourself in the arms of the main lead instead of that brunette... 

I sighed and stood up to fetch my bag. If I have to kill my time, then it should be done the right way.

I opened google and started surfing through anything and everything that looked even the least bit interesting. My eyes would steal a glance at the doorway every once a while, to make sure Ms Gemma wouldn't have to see me playing around.

As I was humming along with Taylor's old songs, a mail popped up. I decided to check it later until the words, 'Congratulations!! ' caught my attention. 

My hands moved faster than Bolt to click on the mail. I was hoping a bit, that I have won the '7-days-6-nights' free coupons for meat, through the drawing competition, which was held last week. 

But I knew it better than anyone else.. My drawing sucks.

I opened the mail. 
As I was reading it, my eyes went bigger and bigger. This was nothing like I ever expected.

The mail claimed, that, I, Emily Williams, was required to come to an interview, for the final round!
My holy cheese noodles!

Passing an interview? And, dear Jesus, final round? I suddenly felt like sponge bob was causing a mess inside my head. 

I read it again, and again, then once again... 

It never changed into the usual sorry-but-better-luck-next-time mail. I was... 
I don't know..!

Gradually, my mind started processing the information. I shook my head in disdain, because being happy is just too mainstream....

The bells jingled, indicating someone entered the place. I turned around to face Ms Gemma. 
"Oh! I am sorry.. I just got so caught up there!" she half smiled. But her face gave away what her insides were feeling like. She looked too satisfied to be sorry. 

I nodded in reply. 

"Any customers?" she asked. I think, for completing formality.

"Nope." 

"Oh.. Then, were you bored here? All by yourself?"

Was that supposed to be a question? Of course, I was bored! Well, I am not Dora, who can make adventures out of regular things.

"A bit."

As I lifted my head up, her eyes met mine. 

"What were you doing then?" She asked.

I was waiting for this question, so that I could show her the mail, and confirm myself.

"Just checking mails and all." My eyes once again, searched their way to hers. Call it intuition or what, she walked up to me, and folded her hands across her chest. 

"What is it, sweetie?" she asked. 

"Um.. Can you take a look at this?" I pushed the laptop a bit, so that she could see the screen.

"You want me to look through your mails?" She raised one of her eye brows. 

"Not mails, just mail," I quickly replied.

She chuckled as she threw her hairs back, and bent down a little to have a look. Her expression didn't change, even once. Judging by the look on her face, it felt like she was going through texts of her special someone. You know... trust issues? 

 Finally, she straightened her back and without saying a word, she suddenly started walking towards me. As she moved closer with that 'why-so-serious' look on her face, my body involuntarily backed away.

She leaned in a bit, then stretched her arms out... to suddenly hug me.. out of nowhere.
"You going to get a job?!" she exclaimed.

As I was struggling my way out of her grasp, I felt my stomach notch. You know, the butterflies-in-your-tummy feels? 

So, it is real after all. But, why is she so happy about this? It's not like we've known each other for so long that she would move up and down in joy for me getting a job.. 
Ah! If I'm getting a job, then shouldn't she be thinking that my days here might become my last few days? Well, it's not like I have done many things so as to make my presence be remembered. But then too, if I am gone, then she will have to sit here alone, and talk to herself about that 'no customers' thing.. again.

And with that aside, why is everything going just so right? Me getting a part time job, where income comes out of practically no work. Then, my phone getting a free data pack for one week, as an offer. And now, an interview... 
Man! An interview.. at such big company at that! At EDAM! A company which I had no hopes for!

That is suspicious.

Truly suspicious.

"I guess so," I replied.

"What d'ya mean by, 'I guess so'? What's up with that face of yours? You should be smiling wide. Real wide!" she said, as she pinched my cheeks.

Well, I agree she is older than me. She is my employer, and all that. But still, my cheeks are not real estates, or for public services or something. My cheeks are my property.

"This is my happy face," I replied as I gently pushed away her hand.

She gave me that what-you-talking-about look.

"Never mind that! Tell me, how did you manage to get in till the final rounds of such a..." she motioned her hands in big circles in the air, "Big Company?"

Well... that was a question, whose answer I would like to know as well. 

Just how?