Jon woke up early, two weeks after he and Shawn finished the nursery. He tried not to wake up his wife, but unfortunately she was a light sleeper. When he walked out of the bathroom he saw her sitting on the bed feeding Rick. "Hey." "Morning," she said not taking her eyes off of the baby. He finished getting ready and went to the kitchen. He was shocked to find Felicia cooking up a storm in the kitchen when he walked in. "I didn't think anybody else was up," he informed her when she saw his startled look. "Yea, well I cook when I'm nervous and I wasn't sure if you wanted a particular thing to eat.
He looked at the different plates of food. There was bacon, sausage-link and round, pancakes, waffles, country ham, and scrambled eggs. "I'll take two country ham biscuits," he said as he grabbed a Mountain Dew from the fridge. As soon as he sat down at the table she placed his food in front of him. "Has Shawn left yet?" "Yes, but he said to wish you luck for him." He sat there in silence and finished his breakfast. He told everyone bye and left for the interview. He arrived at Boston Chowan College eight minutes early for his appointment. He sat in the car and went over his part of the interview and made sure he had everything. He checked his appearance in the rearview mirror and went in.
He went straight to the receptionist's desk and asked where Mr. Han Moore's office was. "Down the hall on the left and third door on the right," she informed him. "Thank you." He slowly walked down the corridor mentally preparing himself for the meeting. He suddenly stopped in front of a poorly stained dark brown door that was slightly ajar and had a plaque about eye level. The plaque was gold plated with Han Moore written in black letters. What lays behind the door will determine what my future holds, he thought making himself even more nervous. Just as he was about to knock, a squeaky voice that kind of reminded him of Piglet from the cartoon Winnie the Pooh, said "Come in." "Hi. I'm Jon Pierce," he said as he walked in. Mr. Moore motioned him to have a seat in one of the brown leather armchairs in front of his desk. "What position are you applying for?"