You check the card in your hand. As your heart races... If you've messed this up, that's a horrific start to making a first impression.
However, the card assures you, with it's simple print.
Interview Panel:
Floor 4 - Room 20
As the elevator doors slide open, you find yourself smoothing the dress. Avoiding the obvious question, you see a sign directing visitors.
Rooms 1-15 <<
Rooms 16-30 >>
Glad not to ask any stupid questions, you smile to the receptionist for that floor. Giving her a half-hearted flash of the card. She returns your smile indulgently, nodding, and gesturing with one arm, that you go to the right.
You see a sequin covered ass, vanishing into a room. The sign near the door telling you that it's room 20. Unsure whether to dismiss her as a bimbo, Jessica Rabbit clone, or a serious candidate with the same issue as you face.
Your own chest jiggles, as you get closer. Picking up your pace, you hear the sound of someone asking if this is all the candidates.
"No... I'm coming..." you call out, to stop having to bursting through the door. It's already embarrassing to be the last candidate let alone arriving late.
The fear sets your pulse racing once again. A last glance down the corridor to the elevators confirms you are the last to enter, as you close the door behind yourself.
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