3
Lark
E ntering the impressive lobby of Infinity Solutions, Im immediately struck by the sleek, modern design and the palpable aura of professionalism that permeates the atmosphere. The lobby is a hive of activity, filled with people rushing to and from, their voices mingling in a cacophony of sound.
Spotting the receptionists desk, I make my way over to her. Welcome to Infinity Solutions. How may I assist you today? Her voice is polite but carries an underlying sense of authority.
I have an interview for an assistant position, I reply, trying to keep the nervous tremor out of my voice.
Did you say assistant? I turn around and nod at the woman behind me. Are you here for the assistant role?
I nod. Yes. Im Lark and I have an interview at 2pm.
Both women laugh good-naturedly, and I know its because Im almost an hour early. But Id rather sit around for an hour than risk being late.
The receptionist checks me off her list and points at the tablet on her desk. Please sign in, and dont forget to come see me on your way out.
I do as Im told, and once Im done, the woman walks me over to the elevator. Im Ellie, she grins as we ascend the building. Our offices will be close together if you get the job. Im the assistant to Mr. Hunter.
That sounds good. Honestly, I dont know if it sounds good or bad. Im too nervous to form a single thought right now.
I follow Ellie through the maze of hallways and corridors, my mind swirling with nerves and anticipation. Finally, we reach a set of double doors. This is where theyre holding the interviews, Ellie explains. Do you want me to check if theyre available earlier?
Shaking my head, I say, No thats okay. Im happy to wait.
Suit yourself, she says with a shrug. My lunch hour is up so I better head back. But good luck she trails off and looks at me expectantly.
Lark, I say.
Thats right. Good luck, Lark.she wishes me good luck and disappears around the corner.
After thanking her, I look around the sparsely decorated room. There are nowhere to sit, no plants, no art. Its completely bare, its so unwelcome Im hesitant to move at all. Should I remove my jacket or will that send the wrong message? Im so out of my depth that Im scared to breathe.
As it turned out, the call from Claire wasnt a hoax. The next day, as promised, I received an email detailing the job description, salary and benefits. But that wasnt all; I also received a fancy gift basket with expensive fruit, chocolate, lotions, and even a dress with a note welcoming me onboard and suggesting I wear the dress at my interview.
I dont understand this at all. If theyre that eager to have me, why am I interviewing? Why not just take me on and be done with it? It all seems weird. But this job isnt just another opportunity; its a lifelinefor me and, more importantly, for my dad. Everything is riding on this, and I cant afford to mess it up by leaving a bad impression. So to keep my jacket on or not to keep my jacket on.
The time passes quickly, and when there are only five minutes left until my appointment time, I summon every ounce of courage I possess. With my jacket slung over my arm, I approach the door and knock softly. Come in, comes the deep voice from within.
Stepping into the room, Im met with the sight of Ethan Drakea man whose reputation precedes him. He sits behind a large mahogany desk, exuding an air of authority and confidence that is both intimidating and captivating.
Hes even more handsome in person than the many pictures of him online. His jet black hair is styled to perfection, and his jaw is covered in a dark, sexy stubble. The gray eyes that look at me are so piercing I feel naked under his scrutiny. I never expected it to be the man himself interviewing me. Im not sure who I thought would do it. HR, or perhaps another assistant, like the one sitting at the edge of the desk, ready to take notes. But definitely not him.
A woman I hadnt noticed clears her throat. Hello, she greets warmly. Im Claire, and its so nice to finally meet you after weve spoken on the phone.
Hi Claire, Im
Ms. Parker, please have a seat. Ethans tone is dripping with impatience as he lifts his tattooed hand and points to the empty chair opposite him. I would like to find a new assistant before Claire gives birth, so I would appreciate moving this along.
What the hell kind of thing is that to say? Its clear the woman is pregnant but still. Thank you, Mr. Drake, I reply, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness.
His piercing gray eyes regard me with keen interest as I take a seat opposite him, trying to appear calm and composed despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
As Ethan begins to review my resume, I cant help but feel a sense of vulnerability under his penetrating gaze. The awkwardness of the situation is palpable, and I struggle to maintain my composure.
So, Ms. Parker, tell me about yourself, Ethan prompts, leaning back in his chair.
Well, I graduated from college a few years ago with a degree in business administration, I begin, wanting to keep my response concise yet informative. The last thing I need is for him to dig into why its taken me years upon years to graduate college. Since then, Ive been working as an office manager at a small startup, where Ive gained valuable experience in managing day-to-day operations and coordinating administrative tasks.
Ethan nods, his expression neutral as he listens to my response. And why Infinity Solutions? he asks, his gaze lingering on me expectantly.
Ive never been happier for any research Ive done. At first I didnt plan on doing any since Claire made it clear they want me to work for them. But with everything on the line, I couldnt risk looking out of place. Ive heard great things about the companys reputation for innovation and excellence, I answer, trying to convey my genuine interest. Im eager to contribute to a dynamic team and be a part of something truly impactful.
Ethan leans forward, his gray eyes searching mine. What makes you think youre the right fit for this position?
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for this crucial moment. Im organized, detail-oriented, and able to thrive in fast-paced environments, I explain, hoping to highlight my strengths. I believe my skills and experience align well with the requirements of the role, and Im excited about the opportunity to make a meaningful contribution.
Ethan nods, seeming to consider my words carefully. Very well, Ms. Parker. Thank you for your responses. Now, do you have any questions for me?
Despite my surprise hes asking this in the middle of the interview and not at the end, I seize the opportunity to ask about the company culture and opportunities for growth, eager to gain insight into what it would be like to work at Infinity Solutions.
As the interview progresses, Ethan delves deeper into my background, probing for insights into my strengths, weaknesses, and problem-solving abilities. I respond to each question with honesty and professionalism, determined to leave a lasting impression on him.
Can you provide an example of a challenging situation youve faced in your previous role and how you handled it? Ethan asks, his gaze focused intently on me.
I recount a particular instance where I had to coordinate a major event with a tight deadline and limited resources. The owner wanted more exposure, but there was no wiggle room in the marketing budget. So I took the initiative to reach out to influencers across different platforms.
That sounds very standard, Ethan observes dryly.
Refusing to let him deter me, I carry on. Yes, using influencers isnt anything new, I laugh nervously. But when none of them were interested, along with some others from the office, we started a social media challenge. We made sure to create a hashtag for it, and we recorded ourselves in the office so the companys brand was heavily featured.
Ethan reaches for his phone and asks for the hashtag. I try not to smirk as I give it to him. I know exactly what hes going to find, and Im proud of it. Very impressive, he states. Over ten million search results and close to three million videos linking straight back to yours.
I nod. Thank you. If that doesnt show my ability to think outside the box and garner results, nothing will.
And why are you looking to change jobs? Ethan inquires, his voice gentle but probing.
I hesitate for a moment, weighing my words carefully. Im seeking new challenges and opportunities for growth, I reply diplomatically, choosing not to mention the financial strain my family is under. I believe Infinity Solutions offers the kind of dynamic environment where I can continue to learn and develop professionally.
To my relief, Ethan seems satisfied with my answer, offering me a small smile of encouragement. Tell me about any familial obligations you may have, he demands, no longer smiling.
Umm
Do you have a boyfriend? A husband? Kids? Siblings? Anyone in your family who depends on you? He fires the questions in rapid succession like he already knows and doesnt want to leave me a loophole.
My dad, I half-whisper, wringing my hands in front of me. My dad is in a care home and he depends on me financially.
And the rest? Ethan asks, brusquely.
I shake my head and clarify, No boyfriend, husband, kids, or siblings. I dont even have a pet, Mr. Drake. The only one who relies on me is my dad.
He nods. If youre successful, the company will pay for your dads medical bills. You can submit them to HR as an approved expense.
How much? I ask before I can stop myself.
Ethan arches an eyebrow. What do you mean?
I blush. Im sorry to ask, but what percentage of the bills are we talking about? Because
He holds up his hand. The full amount, he clarifies. We expect a lot from our employees, Miss Parker. So we like to alleviate any financial strain where possible. With a sick relative, you can also claim travel expenses and anything related directly to your dads sickness.
Oh. Thats all I manage to say as I try to keep my cool and not drop down to kiss his feet in gratitude.
Yes, well. He shifts in his seat. Thank you for coming, Ms. Parker. Thats all the questions I have for now. Well be in touch regarding the next steps.
The sudden shift in his demeanor catches me off-guard. I look at Claire to see if she has anything to say, but she isnt even looking in my direction. Okay then, guess the interview is over just like that.
I thank Ethan for his time, rising from my seat with a newfound sense of confidence. As I make my way out of his office, I cant help but allow a small smile to grace my lips. The possibility of a new beginning looms on the horizon, and for the first time in a long while, I allow myself to dare to hope.
Exiting Infinity Solutions, Im met with the bustling energy of the city streets, the sounds of honking horns and chattering pedestrians providing a stark contrast to the quiet professionalism of the corporate environment Ive just left behind. With each step, I replay the interview in my mind, dissecting every word and gesture, searching for signs of whether Ive made a favorable impression on Ethan Drake.
Despite my attempts to remain composed during the interview, I cant deny the surge of adrenaline that courses through my veins as I recall the intensity of Ethans gaze, the weight of his scrutiny. His presence exuded an undeniable aura of power and authoritya reminder of the stakes involved in securing a position at Infinity Solutions.
As I weave through the throngs of people, my thoughts inevitably drift to my fathermy constant source of motivation and inspiration. Ever since his illness took a turn for the worse, the burden of caring for him has weighed heavily on my shoulders. The mounting medical bills, coupled with my own financial struggles, have left me feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.
But with the prospect of securing a job at Infinity Solutions, a glimmer of hope ignites within mea flickering beacon of light amidst the darkness. This job could be the lifeline my dad needs, providing us with the financial stability and security we so desperately crave.
As I finally reach the bus stop, I allow myself a moment of quiet reflection, the cool breeze carrying away some of the tension that has knotted in my shoulders. With a determined resolve, I wait for the bus, the weight of the interview still lingering heavily on my mind.
Ever since the attack last week, Ive been taking the bus to and from my destinations. The incident left me shaken in so many ways I couldnt keep justifying the few dollars I saved by walking. The bus also has the added bonus that I never feel my stalkers eyes on me here.
When the bus finally arrives at my stop, I step off and make my way towards my apartment building. As I approach, I notice a man standing outside, dressed in a sharp suit that seems out of place in the rundown neighborhood.
Excuse me, the man says as I approach. Are you Lark Parker?
Surprised, I nod. Yeah, thats me.
The man offers me a warm smile. Im the new landlord, Jack Thompson, he explains.
Why does his name sound so familiar? Oh, right, I say, nodding. Doris mentioned you when I ran into her.
Im glad. Its important you know whos managing the building you live in. He pauses briefly and gives me a strange look. Ive been meaning to speak with you. Due to some necessary renovations, everyone in the building will need to relocate temporarily.
My heart sinks at the news. But I cant afford to move, I protest. I barely make enough to cover rent as it is.
The landlord nods sympathetically. I understand, which is why weve arranged temporary housing for all the tenants while the renovations are underway. Well take care of everything, including moving your belongings.
Relief washes over me as I process the landlords words. Thank you, I murmur, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders.
The landlord smiles kindly. Of course. Ill need you to pack your necessities, and well take care of the rest. I can drive you to your new place if youd like.
Grateful for his offer, I nod. Yes, please. That would be wonderful.
The new apartment turns out to be surprisingly luxurious. As I step inside, I cant help but gasp at the modern furnishings and sleek design. Its a far cry from my old, dilapidated apartment.
Its beautiful, I breathe, taking in my surroundings with wide eyes.
The landlord smiles proudly. Im glad you like it. Youll find everything you need here, and more.
As I make my way to the bedroom to start unpacking, I notice a small black velvet box sitting in the center of the bed. My heart skips a beat as I approach, my curiosity piqued.
Whats this? I wonder aloud, picking up the box and carefully opening it.
Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, is a delicate gold necklace, adorned with a single lark pendant. A chill runs down my spine as I realize the significance of the gift.
My stalker knows Im here.