Chapter 4: first one
Interview day...
Reaia was dressed in a baby blue blazer, paired with a short black skirt and heels.
Her hair was let down, it's waves cascading down her back.
She applied more eye cream than usual the night before and also used extra concealer under her eyes to hide any form of darkened circles.
Her lips were wet and pink, very simple.
She stood outside the giant revolving doors of Mi En Dish Limited.
With her arms folded and her legs parted to the sides, she leaned on nothing in a confident manner.
Checking her watch, she saw that she had thirty minutes before the interview started.
She took a deep breath, and took the first step.
The outside of the building was nothing compared to the inside.
The atmosphere was cool and relaxed.
The workers were smiling and doing their jobs well from what she could see.
She knew how deceiving looks could be in a workplace environment, but for ALL the workers to not look overworked, tired and sick of the place, it had to be a good company.
The environment was far from toxic. It was cordial, amiable and pleasant.
Walking up to a lady at the reception desk, Reaia asked for directions to the interview venue.
The lady smiled brightly, exposing her seemingly newly polished white teeth which almost blinded her.
She was directed to the third floor, the fifth office on the left.
Reaia waited for the elevator as she was not prepared to walk up and down the stairs in her heels and appear sweaty.
In the elevator, there was a calming raspberry scent.
It was as if the whole company smelt of relaxation.
One would think there were no problems here and no serious work to be done.
The third floor was half offices and half glass, showcasing the city.
Reaia, straightening her back, tucked a loose strand of her behind her ear and wore her most professional smile as she approached the office.
Inside the office, she saw that four people, two men and two women, were already seated.
They were also dressed in a Fashionable manner.
Reaia greeted them all and quickly found a seat to join them in waiting for the interview to begin.
.....
"I don't even understand why you're handling the interviews yourself, Damien.
You're the freaking owner. You can just pay someone to do it. Or better still, find someone to do it from your employees"
A voice echoed from the other side of the phone call.
"I know, I know. I just want to. Plus I need to get my mind off some things. It would be a wonderful distraction" Damien replied to his cousin.
"Wonderful? Well Whatever you say then. I'll talk to you after you're done. Bye." The voice said.
"Alright then"
And the line went dead.
"Are you ready to go?" Mrs Walter asked Damien.
"Yes, Joan. I'm ready"
He walked out with her trailing behind him by his right side.
He used his personal elevator to get to the third floor and used the other entrance to get into the interview room.
It was going to be a long morning.
Settling down, he asked Joan to call them in, one by one.
....
"Mr. Horace Elliot? You may come with me"
The young man fiddled nervously with his pen before standing.
He looked a bit awkward and out of place, adjusting his glasses at every chance he got.
He gave his glasses a last touch before disappearing into a passageway with the lady.
"Good morning sir" The Young man greeted with a slight bow.
"Mr Elliot," Damien nodded in acknowledgement.
"please, have a seat"
Horace scuttled to the brown chair and sat obediently.
"How are you?" Damien asked.
Slightly thrown off balance, Horace answered "i- I am... Fine"
He expected to be fired with work related questions from the onset.
"That's great"
"Can you tell me about your workplace environment experience at the place you worked previously?"
"Oh- uhm" he expected to hear stuff about how he would add to the company not workplace environment.
In all honesty, he didn't prepare for this interview. He just wanted to try his luck at getting the job.
He thought the questions his previous bosses asked would be enough to carry him.
"It was... It was uhm" Horace felt pressure. Was it okay to tell? But if he did wouldn't that guarantee him not getting the job?
After all bad mouthing of any kind to a former office would guarantee that he was not going to be employed. Or so he thought.
"Feel free to speak when you're comfortable to"
Horace sighed and said fuck it.
"It was not the best. You see, I'm a bit awkward around others and when I didn't fit into the conventional fashion office worker stereotype, I got picked on.
Workplace harassment, I'd call it workplace harassment.
I took on more roles than I was assigned, working overtime on most nights, in good faith that they would all come around to see more than just the outside. But they never did.
Eventually, I quit because I wasn't at a good place while working there"
Horace answered truthfully, his voice lower than when he started talking initially.
The man who sat across from him stared intently, listening carefully.
"And what do you think about this environment from what you've seen so far? "
"It looks very different from what I've known to be a "workplace environment".
The employees seem to enjoy working here.
I hope to work with such pleasure." His expression was a bittersweet one.
His answer was straight to the point, he was sure that at this point, he was not getting job anyway.
"Is there any department you would like to be assigned to if you were offered a job here and why?"
"There is. The office of Creativity and Innovation. I have a lot of great ideas, and while I know that they cannot all be used and approved, it would be great if my ideas were heard out unbiased and most, approved to come to life"
The man wrote down something on the paper before him.
"Thank you for your time Mr Elliot. Do have a great day ahead "
Horace got up a bit saddened.
He was very comfortable in this space, surprisingly.
With a bow, he left the office and left in the direction he came in.
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