I sit and wait. It's almost been 2 hours since I have been sitting in the same place with atleast a minimum of 50 other people. All in hopes getting this job. who wouldn't? The chef's helper at the biggest and most exquisite restaurant in New York, no one in the right mind and the skills would want to miss on that.
And so I wait some more but these chairs or couches, whatever they are, are not the most comfortable things to sit on either. This honestly comes as a surprise to me considering that I am sitting in the waiting area of the office of The Greyson Adler. But the office itself is built with a very expensive physique. Although still being on the second floor, there are long glass walls giving a clear and beautiful view of the big apple. I am able to see the statue of liberty, in all of its pride, clearly from the waiting area of this office. It gives off a very professional vibe, hence my attire which I worked very hard on.
They say dress to impress- and thats exactly what I did. Getting into this dark purple, almost magenta, pencil skirt was I must say - a hard task, since I have never worn one of these before. I matched it with a shirt of somewhat the same colour, which makes it look like a dress. I also decided to pair it with a coat as it is quite chilly outside, which was taken from me by the doorman when I entered the building. It is the first time I have worn something formal and so had no clue what to do with my hair. I decided with just tying it in a bun with a few strands falling over my big brown eyes. You can never go wrong with a bun. Right?
I am infact very desperate for this job, and will do whatever I can to make it mine.
Cooking is not just a hobby, its my passion. something I can never get tired of. The feeling of peace and serenity it gives me is something I can not put into words. I feel free, knowing that I am in control of something.
'Ms. Sara Bennett!' hearing my name being shouted by the lady at the desk makes me zone back into reality.
Is it time? Is it my turn now? Lord I might even shit my pants not that I am wearing one. Shit my skirt perhaps? I sigh and get up, cleaning my skirt of all the freckles it had formed.
It is now or never.
'Hi, thats me' I say with a cheerful smile, while my insides are throbbing out- going to cry any second. I hope I'm not sweating too much. That would be horrible. But its November, I shouldn't really be sweating. But what if I do?
'Um Hello, you can go in please. There are a lot of people waiting behind you.' she says - Ferna Holdez- as I read on her name tag, in somewhat of an irritated tone, since I have surely wasted her time by losing myself, yet again, in my thoughts. But maybe she just has this resting bitch face?
Amazing, the desk lady hates me already. You're doing great Sara.
As I walk ahead, I am greeted by yet another man who instruct me to go up the elevator to the top floor - which is the 55th floor of the building- as that is where I would be giving my interview.
As I step into the elevator I press the number 55. There are a total of 60 floors, of which I think most of them are a property of the owner.
As I reach floor number 55 I rush ahead hurriedly not wanting to waste any more time and walk in through the corridor to the gate of the main office- where the owner of Adler.co sits. Today the head chef of La Premiere Suit will be accompanying him, who's helper I am trying to be.
I have heard the owner of this chain is a gorgeous human, but too bad he is already engaged to some supermodel I think? Also that he is one of the most successful entrepreneurs to ever exist, investing in almost anything that would be a great investment. Business is nothing without a risk and he proves it right. This restaurant is a part of his business which has expanded a lot over the years into many spheres. At just 26, he is a inspiration to many, including me.
I shake my head of all thoughts and knock on the door, with determination and confidence on my face. (I'm still shitting myself inside)
The door is gorgeous? I never thought doors could be so impressing but this one is. Its only sleek wood but still screams royalty, with GREYSON ADLER written in big bold letters.
"This is it. I will do great." I chant as the door opens to reveal the head chef of La Premiere Suit- Mr. Patrick Fernandez. He is so much posh and classy in real life. I can't believe I'm standing in front of this prodigy. How the fuck do I stop myself from fan girlling I can-
'Ms. sara? Welcome in' he says with a big smile on his face.
I WILL FUCKING SHIT MY SKIRT!! I hope I do good. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself in front of a god like him.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey guys! I hope you all liked this chapter and if you didn't, do let me know ( in the form of constructive criticism) on ways I could improve. You're always welcome to leave your opinions for me to read (please don't hate imma hunt you down otherwise).
Anyways I'm going to go back to eating my food. Have a great day and stay safe :)
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