"I know," Mr. Del Valle said politely. His smile did not help me ease my nervousness at all.
At first, I saw something sinister plastered on Mr. Del Valle's face but it was gone as soon as he held my shoulder. "I'd like you to go to the fifth floor and meet Celia. She will help you go through some interviews. Have a good night, Audrey." He bid his goodbye, his bodyguard following him.
As I made my way to the elevator, I couldn't keep myself from thinking how on earth did Mr. Del Valle know my name? I didn't have any memory of me telling the old man earlier about my name. It's creepy I must admit. But I needed a job.
The elevator made a sound, signaling that I arrived in my destination. I stepped out from the elevator, seeing an old lady waiting beside it. She was wearing an eyeglass. H
