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That gnawing feeling at the bottom of her stomach made her body tingle. It shook her focus off but not enough to knock her completely off her balance. She was going to do this, she was going to get this job. This was the opportunity she waited for since she wrote her first word. 34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJvuULCmIhX
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She took a deep breath and pushed open the doors entering a small waiting room. "Here goes
nothing..."
She walked to the front desk and the receptionist caught her eye as if she knew she was coming.
"Amelia Marciano?"
"Yeah, that's me. I'm here for Mr. O'Sullivan."
"I see, yes, if you wait in the lobby he'll call you when he's ready to see you."
"Thanks," Amelia said, feeling calm as she took a seat near the door.
She didn't need to wait long, the door swung open to reveal a lanky, dark-haired middle-aged man
in a crisp blue suit.
"Ms. Marciano? Ready for you. Right, this way..." He said, his Dublin accent prominent, gesturing
for her to enter first. "Thank you for coming."
She smiled politely, nodding in his direction. Her hands were shaking but she hid them quickly.
She needed this and she couldn't blow it now. She took a seat in his office and looked around
slightly. She'd never seen so many books in her life.
"How are you, Ms. Marciano?" He asked her."Fine, actually, how are you?" She asked, trying to feel the conversation out as it goes.
"Pretty decent," he paused. "I'm sorry if it's a little cold in here, I've been meaning to tell
maintenance to fix the AC."
She was glad he brought it up. "No worries." She clutched her business blazer firmly around her
shoulders.
He caught her body language and waved his hand. "Apologies, it'll happen one of these days."
Amelia looked down, beginning to get nervous. Her leg kept fidgeting and she placed a hand over
it.
Mr. O'Sullivan was flipping through her folder. He began scanning around, skimming over her
resume.
"This is interesting. NYU Communications, Journalism, double major. Minor in Marketing
Business. All looks impressive. Have you had luck with any publications in New York?"
"Oh, I put my name out there. Emails. Made calls. Making new contacts."
He shrugged, looking the first page over, "So no one's called you in yet for a follow-up?"
"Not at the moment but I'm optimistic. I won't stop until I reach my endgame."
He closed her folder suddenly, leaned back in his chair, and placed his hands behind his head
comfortably. "That so? What is that, if I may ask?"
"Well, writing is my passion. I want to eventually work my way up in publications then build my
name and experience toward my business endeavor." She took a deep breath after that confession.
He smiled, "Well, I have the power to do that. Help you along the way. You're going to need some
experience. I gather you don't know anyone personally in media?"
Her lips pressed together, "Not exactly but I am dedicated, hard-working, and passionate about
what I do and I will do anything to achieve my goals."
"Anything? In media, we take that seriously, but I think I heard enough for now. Can I walk you
out?" He began to stand up.
Amelia followed his lead, surprised at how quickly the interview went by. "Thank you."
Once she was back where she started O'Sullivan called out to her. She turned around with a curious
look.
He handed her a business card with something scribbled on the back. "Can you meet here at around
this time tomorrow?"
Amelia was floored, she felt like her world was standing still. "I can, yes. Umm, thank you for
seeing me."He smiled again reaching for the door handle. "See you then Ms. Marciano."
She waved him off and turned around to leave the lobby. While standing in the elevator she
thought of something. What did all this mean? This man, this millionaire, Connor O'Sullivan, he
knew people. He knew media. Amelia found him out through business class, she studied people
like him. It was surreal even for her to be here let alone be interviewed by him.
She looked at this from two angles. Either she won him over a thousand percent and he was going
to give her everything she dreamed of or he wanted to keep his options open. Amelia prepared for
the worst and hoped for the best in this situation. Being out of luck most of her life it would be a
nice change if she was given a straight-up opportunity of a lifetime. Something she could finally
say she earned.
She ran her fingers through her wavy brown hair as she exited the elevator and called a rideshare
back to her apartment. Once it came she sat inside the vehicle in silence for a few moments. Ever
the over-thinker she contemplated what her life would be like if things finally went right. That
would shock her, to say the least. It's not like she had anyone to call to brag about such big news.
There are only so many fights with her family she could take. They would even fight over her
having positive feelings about her life choices.
She could text her roommate but she wanted to wait this out. No use in telling her something if it's
just going to fall through. She didn't want to feel that way but it was starting to become the norm
for her. Chances are, her roommate had better things to do, she wasn't as close to her as she would
like.
Once Amelia arrived, she thanked the driver and blew a large chunk of air out of her lungs.
"Please let this be the one." She said a silent prayer.
Not that it mattered anyway, it wasn't in her hands, but maybe, just maybe it was this time.
ns 15.158.61.21da2 There are dreamers and then there is Amelia Marciano; today was just not one of those days. If her
dreams happened right now then the world would tell her she's not ready.
But she was, and that's been the problem all along. Her whole life people told her no, didn't matter
what it was, the emotional and physical support was nonexistent. But she didn't care. She was used
to the naysayers but paid them no mind.
That gnawing feeling at the bottom of her stomach made her body tingle. It shook her focus off but
not enough to knock her completely off her balance. She was going to do this, she was going to get
this job. This was the opportunity she waited for since she wrote her first word.
The building she entered looked new, clean, and serious. Good, that was how Amelia wanted it. It
put her in the right mood for the interview.
She took a deep breath and pushed open the doors entering a small waiting room. "Here goes
nothing..."
She walked to the front desk and the receptionist caught her eye as if she knew she was coming.
"Amelia Marciano?"
"Yeah, that's me. I'm here for Mr. O'Sullivan."
"I see, yes, if you wait in the lobby he'll call you when he's ready to see you."
"Thanks," Amelia said, feeling calm as she took a seat near the door.
She didn't need to wait long, the door swung open to reveal a lanky, dark-haired middle-aged man
in a crisp blue suit.
"Ms. Marciano? Ready for you. Right, this way..." He said, his Dublin accent prominent, gesturing
for her to enter first. "Thank you for coming."
She smiled politely, nodding in his direction. Her hands were shaking but she hid them quickly.
She needed this and she couldn't blow it now. She took a seat in his office and looked around
slightly. She'd never seen so many books in her life.
"How are you, Ms. Marciano?" He asked her."Fine, actually, how are you?" She asked, trying to feel the conversation out as it goes.
"Pretty decent," he paused. "I'm sorry if it's a little cold in here, I've been meaning to tell
maintenance to fix the AC."
She was glad he brought it up. "No worries." She clutched her business blazer firmly around her
shoulders.
He caught her body language and waved his hand. "Apologies, it'll happen one of these days."
Amelia looked down, beginning to get nervous. Her leg kept fidgeting and she placed a hand over
it.
Mr. O'Sullivan was flipping through her folder. He began scanning around, skimming over her
resume.
"This is interesting. NYU Communications, Journalism, double major. Minor in Marketing
Business. All looks impressive. Have you had luck with any publications in New York?"
"Oh, I put my name out there. Emails. Made calls. Making new contacts."
He shrugged, looking the first page over, "So no one's called you in yet for a follow-up?"
"Not at the moment but I'm optimistic. I won't stop until I reach my endgame."
He closed her folder suddenly, leaned back in his chair, and placed his hands behind his head
comfortably. "That so? What is that, if I may ask?"
"Well, writing is my passion. I want to eventually work my way up in publications then build my
name and experience toward my business endeavor." She took a deep breath after that confession.
He smiled, "Well, I have the power to do that. Help you along the way. You're going to need some
experience. I gather you don't know anyone personally in media?"
Her lips pressed together, "Not exactly but I am dedicated, hard-working, and passionate about
what I do and I will do anything to achieve my goals."
"Anything? In media, we take that seriously, but I think I heard enough for now. Can I walk you
out?" He began to stand up.
Amelia followed his lead, surprised at how quickly the interview went by. "Thank you."
Once she was back where she started O'Sullivan called out to her. She turned around with a curious
look.
He handed her a business card with something scribbled on the back. "Can you meet here at around
this time tomorrow?"
Amelia was floored, she felt like her world was standing still. "I can, yes. Umm, thank you for
seeing me."He smiled again reaching for the door handle. "See you then Ms. Marciano."
She waved him off and turned around to leave the lobby. While standing in the elevator she
thought of something. What did all this mean? This man, this millionaire, Connor O'Sullivan, he
knew people. He knew media. Amelia found him out through business class, she studied people
like him. It was surreal even for her to be here let alone be interviewed by him.
She looked at this from two angles. Either she won him over a thousand percent and he was going
to give her everything she dreamed of or he wanted to keep his options open. Amelia prepared for
the worst and hoped for the best in this situation. Being out of luck most of her life it would be a
nice change if she was given a straight-up opportunity of a lifetime. Something she could finally
say she earned.
She ran her fingers through her wavy brown hair as she exited the elevator and called a rideshare
back to her apartment. Once it came she sat inside the vehicle in silence for a few moments. Ever
the over-thinker she contemplated what her life would be like if things finally went right. That
would shock her, to say the least. It's not like she had anyone to call to brag about such big news.
There are only so many fights with her family she could take. They would even fight over her
having positive feelings about her life choices.
She could text her roommate but she wanted to wait this out. No use in telling her something if it's
just going to fall through. She didn't want to feel that way but it was starting to become the norm
for her. Chances are, her roommate had better things to do, she wasn't as close to her as she would
like.
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Once Amelia arrived, she thanked the driver and blew a large chunk of air out of her lungs. 34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDu58stBooy
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"Please let this be the one." She said a silent prayer. 34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡocybluJRy4
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