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Chapter 1: The Interview
It's been a year after I lost my mother. Although my younger brother, Andre studied in New York University, he had to keep his grades up so that he will maintain his scholarship. So, it's me-a college graduate from Pratt Institute with a Bachelor's Degree in Fine Arts two years ago. I am now 24 years old, but my father was still here by my side. He trained me to become the most successful advertising artist in a business setting. I may find this challenging, but I will apply my craft in making advertisements and brochures for the company.
"This is it, Sam. Your future workplace of the century." he pointed out. "I don't get it, Dad. How can I make my job successful for my own good?" I asked him. "Whenever your boss or the clients ask you for the concept, you have to exert effort to be in magazine covers and newspapers. Don't give up on yourself. I know you can do it." He reminded me and patted my hand. I smiled until we went inside Nasaf Industries.
"Why are those people in business wear?" I asked. "Well, that's the attire." My father replied. "Good morning sir." A voice called. "Good morning to you too." Dad greeted back. The man who he greeted back has tan skin and short curly black hair. He has an average build and dark eyes. "This is my HRM manager, Bis. He will ask you questions about why you will work in Nasaf Industries." Dad said proudly. I nodded and did what I was told.
"Have a seat, Ms. Stevens." Bis said, offering me a chair, "So your name is…" "Samantha Nicole Stevens, but you can call me Sam." I replied. I gave him the requirements needed for my interview. Bis asked me until I got every question answered correctly." I rose from my chair and shook his hand. "Thank you, Bis." I complimented. "Sam, we will call you if you passed the interview." Bis reminded me. "All right. Just let me know." I told him. So, the next route I headed to was the president's office.
"Wow! It looks different." I told him. "This is the president's office. He makes all the plans to upgrade the industry. There, he takes charge of all the plans." He replied. I didn't like the idea of meeting the President, but I was challenged.
The President came out. He was an aged man with wavy grey hair and wore a maroon business suit with a black tie. He had wrinkles on his forehead, especially his skin. "This is my boss, Sharaman. He will help you become a more successful worker." My father introduced me. "Ah, you must be the daughter of employee." Sharaman greeted me with a smile. "Ah yes, sir." I replied. "This is my younger brother, Nizam. He is the Vice President of Nasaf Industries." He will teach you how to get the job well done." He introduced me.
I gulped when I saw Nizam. He looks Indian, but he is a bald man with a big nose in which the workers make fun of. He is a creepy guy who will push you around like a school bully. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss." Nizam said, offering his hand for me to shake. I scowled at him, but I shook his hand back.
I was to marry a wealthy man. Not just any man, but one of Sharaman's sons as I was the daughter of his top employee. I didn't know that it happened to me after my mother died. I wanted to tell my father that I'm not yet ready, but he told me that it's the only way to strengthen the business empire. I saw three men walking by to greet Sharaman. However, I cringed in disgust, but he led me to his three sons with different personalities.
"Do not be afraid, Sam. Just get to know them well. They will be your colleagues later on." He reminded me. I stood silent and did what he said.
The son closest to me was about my height. He had curly brown hair and wore a black suit with a necktie. He has an average build like any other guy I met before and has a calm demeanour which led him to smile most of the time. I took out my hand and he shook it. "This is my eldest son, Tus." Sharaman said. I lent my hand to Tus and he shook it. "Welcome to Nasaf Industries." Tus greeted me. "Nice to meet you." I told him. However, Sharaman led me to his second son who looked very uncomfortable. "This is my second son, Garsiv." He introduced me.
Garsiv is the opposite of Tus. He is a fighter by heart, but has a violent temper if you piss him off while Tus is a calm, wise, and mild-mannered person. He has dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. He has broad shoulders and large muscles. I freaked out when he's not in the right mood, but he softened up when he saw me. Once again, I offered a shaky hand and Garsiv brought it to his lips. "My lady." He spoke softly. Then, Sharaman and my father looked at us.
"Someday, Sharaman. These two will strengthen the company someday." My father told him. "I know, Mike. One day, they will make it successful in the future." Sharaman told him. "Dad, I have something to tell-"I began until my father cut me off. "Garsiv is the man I wanted you to marry. He should know how to take good care of you when I'm gone." My father told me. My stomach lurched in disgust because my father forced me to marry a guy that I don't like.
Finally, Sharaman led me to his third son who has adventure shining in his eyes. "And this is my youngest son, Dastan." He told me. Dastan has the same build as Garsiv's, but he has shoulder-length dark brown hair and blue eyes that light up in excitement. So, I held out a hand, but Dastan shook it. "It is a pleasure to meet you." He greeted me. "So do I." I replied.
"I hope the four of you will get along." My father informed me. "It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Stevens." Dastan answered. "Good luck with that." Sharaman told me. "Thank you, sir." I replied.
And so, the four of us roamed around the company. I felt anxious at first, but Dastan put a hand on my shoulder. "Do not worry about it, Sam. You will get used to it." He reassured me. I smiled confidently as we will start knowing more about the company. However, I turned around and saw my father. He approached me and shook my hand. "Make me proud, Sam. I know you can do it." He complimented me. "Thanks, Dad." I replied, shaking his hand back.
After roaming around the company, I said goodbye to the four men as I headed home in my father's car. I felt tired after the interview and exploring the company.