They say that yours 20s are the best years of your life. Gosh, I just wanted to know who is the jackass that said so. I'm 24, trying to get a job at the NY Times for write a column in their newspaper (NY Times is one of the best newspapers in the world and they gave me this opportunity to do a job interview there today and I'm freaking out), besides that I'm a single lesbian, in the Apple City and all I can manage to do is hanging out with my step-sister Lauren and her husband Theo or watch Netflix in my bed all day (let me tell you, it's not hard for me).

So here I'm, in THE building waiting for my interview. They said that the chef of the department that wanted me is a nice guy, but I confess that I'm really scared because everyone here must be awesome in what they do and I'm just me. Amy.

"Hello, I'm Amy Raudenfeld. I'm here for an interview with Shane Harvey."

The brunette secretary looked at me from head to toes, like she was judging me and I got to say that I was not underdressed. I put my best social clothes, with my white shirt, black blazer and pants. Don't let me forget, I even put high heels. This woman is a bitch. That's it.

"Ok. Wait in those chairs. Anytime soon they will call your name."

"Thanks."

My legs can't stop shaking. I already bit my lip so many times that I can feel it becoming even more red. The cup of water that I drank now it's look like an abstract art. Gosh, this is torture.

"Miss Raudenfeld?" Oh gosh, she just called me? I just looked at her. My speech don't wanna come out now.

"Miss Raudenfeld, Shane Harvey are expecting you. Second door on your left."

So here I go.

"Good morning Miss Raudenfeld, it's a pleaser to meet you." Oh, he seems so nice. His suit seems to be made just for him. Never saw so shining shoes and his hair? It was perfect aligned.

"Good morning Sir Havey. It's my please to be given this opportunity."

"Oh, call me Shane. No formalities, it's just a job interview and from what I saw in your resume you don't need to be nervous at all. You graduated in YALE, great GPA. Good articles published in the YALE newspaper. But I have one question for you. Actually two, but let's go with the easy one first."

"Ok." Please legs, stop shaking!

"Why do you chose to work with criminal journalism?"

Crap. Breath.

"Ok. So, that's the thing Shane" I looked at him with a smile letting him now that I actually was being not so formal like he wanted me to. "When I was younger and the 11th of September happened, while all those people were there scared after that plane crashed the Twin Towers I was at home, probably reading something when the radios starting with the alarming news, and the television too and I remember running to seat on my mom's lap and asking her what happened and she said that the lady in the tv are going to explaining the accident. And there she was, some girl in the tv, with her mic on her pocket and she wasn't paying attention to the camera, but to an young red head girl that was injured and when the camera guy called her, she give the girl the hand and started to give the report. I never saw such caring, not in live tv and in the middle of the caos. Days after, her published article come out and was beautiful, she didn't talk only about the accident but the people who was there, the feeling of being in such a horrible situation. So, after that day, I wished every day that I could be that reporter, going to the field and after writing my articles with such devotion as her. So I think that's why."

Shane didn't say a word. I think I screwed everything. He wasn't even blinking. Oh gosh, Im stupid, what I did wrong?

"One more thing. How do you feel about working with a gay guy?"

"I am a lesbian"

"The job is yours."

WHAT?

"What… What did you said?"

"You're cute. The job is yours. Everyone who came before you replied the first question with so much lying shit or so emotionless and you.. your eyes are shining. I know you will be great here. I just have three things to tell you."

I think I was unable to speak and Shane realize that I went on talking.

"One. Sign the contract. Two. Tonight you and I are going out to get to know each other and drink. Three. Let's meet the reporter that inspired you."

"OH NO! Are you serious? You know her?"

"Yeah. She's a friend of mine. Actually this was her office, but she gave to me when she retired. She said I was her best inter, so now I became the boss of the department because of her. She made me learn everything from her. And there was no one better than her and she is still number one."

"I don't know what to say Shane. I can't even believe that this is actually happing. I think I am gonna wake up and realize I am still in my boring life in the middle 20s."

"No Amy, you're not dreaming. So what do you say? Ready to meet Molly Ashcroft and drink your life away after?"

I can not believe this is happing. I'm beyond excited. I am going to meet THE Molly Aschoft.

"Lead the way, boss."

I don't know where I'm going with this, but I think that's this could be a nice new field to explore some Karmy.

English isn't my first language so go easy on me. And let me know what you think about it.