I walked down the aisle, a big smile on my face.
“I will surely get back to you, Romaisa,” Mr. Nolan said as I turned to him. He pressed the elevator button for me.
“Oh no need, I will use the stairs,” I told him.
“You will what?” He asked, eyes widening, getting him out of his professional tone.
“Stairs,” I smiled, “I am not really comfortable with confined places,” I told him.
“These are ten floors,” He said, and I nodded.
“Thank you for the interview,” I said smiling brightly.
“You will receive a mail in a few days, probably by the end of the weekend,” He said, “Though I am positive you will start by next Monday,” He said. My insides jumped with excitement. Yes, for the love of dear god.
“It will be my uttermost pleasure,” I said and nod my head one last time, before turning to
