I arrived at the company's building, guided by my phone's map, and my jaw dropped. The place was magnificent—sleek glass facades, modern lines, and an air of prestige that screamed success. If I landed a job here, the pay would be more than enough to get me back on my feet, no question.
I walked briskly inside, suddenly regretting not listening to my gut about wearing flats instead of the heels Suzette had pushed on me. They clicked against the floor, making me feel like I wasn't moving fast enough, like the world was speeding up while I lagged behind.
The ground floor I entered was vast, with transparent glass tiles underfoot that gave a dizzying view of the floors below. In the center stood a large, circular glass table where a woman in black sat, her eyes glued to the computer screen.
I hurried over. "Good morning, I'm here for the interview," I said, trying to sound confident.
