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The next day came bright and early. I was both excited and nervous. Excited because I was doing something for myself and taking my first step towards my future. And nervous because, well this was going to be my first proper interview and a lot depended on my success. If I didn't get hired I'd have to come up with a plan B, and fast.
I got ready in the outfit Ange chose for me and left the house quietly at nine. Thankfully my parents weren't home to question me on my choice of clothes. They knew I rarely wore skirts and never when I went shopping. Jeans were way more comfortable for that.
Angela showed up at nine. It was a four hour drive to Seattle from Forks and we had one more hour to find his place.
On the four hour drive we didn't talk about my impending interview. Instead Ange just kept me occupied by trivial talk and gossip about any and everything. She was good at reading me. She knew exactly what I needed so I wouldn't freak out.
The drive didn't last that long. With the help of Angela's GPS, we quickly found Mr. Cullen's mansion. She dropped me off at the front gate at 1:55 after giving me a little pep talk. She told me she'd stay at the island so she could come quickly if I needed her. I assured her I'd call her if I felt the need or after the interview to pick me up if everything went fine.
Angela left then.
At exactly two p.m. I rang the doorbell and waited.
next up: the interview.
