(Elena P.O.V)
I get there 15 minutes too early, which is good I wouldn’t want to be late on my job interview. I walk up to the desk and state my name, the receptionist says that I have to go to the highest floor where I will have to report myself to the CEO’s secretary.
The elevator ride is long and boring, there are a lot of people there and I got various curious stares. When I finally reach the top floor I see that I’m not the only one interviewed today, there are at least another 10 women sitting on the couches waiting until they are called up I assume. They are all like 25 and they are caked in make-up and wearing super slutty clothes.
I walk up to the receptionist and state my name, again. She looks at me with a genuine smile.
“Ah yeah Miss Dawson, glad you could come, I’m rooting for you.” She says while giving me a wink. She says the last part in a whisper. “You can take a seat on one off the couches; your name will be called up later.