Liara clunged her resume hard in her hand as she went up the stairs of a big building for her second interview this week.
Her heart slammed hard against her chest because no matter how many times she's had done these interviews they're always nerve recking.
The receptionist gave her a skeptical look just before she even got to the counter. Maybe because of her outfit she was wearing a grey suit jacket with a white t-shirt underneath and matching grey pants, which was literally the formalist thing she owned. Or maybe beacuse she could barely reach the counter.
"May I help you...ma'am" she lady demanded in a husky voice.
Liara self consciously looked at her outfit before clearing her throat.
"I'm here for an interview liara wil--"
"A minute the lady said holding up her hand and taking the ringing phone.
"Yes?....S-samik sir" she said.
Her vice dropping to a low almost frightened tone and her eyes were wide and lowered as if she was talking to a serial killer, who was threatening her to not say a word or else the boy dies.
"Y-yes sir" she said as she lowered the phone with a shaky hand.
"Sorry ma,am, but there seems to have been a mistake with your assigned interview." She said.
"E-excuse me!" She squeaked.
"You weren't meant to be chosen,we meant to choose someone else."
"B-but I got the message stating my--"
"Ma'am, if you please" she interrupted urgently and liara couldn't help but see the weird look on her face as she cautiously glanced at entrance doors and walked.
Liara stared blankly at the receptionist before slowly walking out of the building feeling confused and a little embarrassed but she couldn't shake off the weirdness of the whole situation.
She stood there for a second fighting with her resume in her hand before hailing a cap to take her home.