02
I've been nervously fidgeting the edge of my blouse for the last thirty minutes as I took around my surrounding not being able to process this was real.
After a while of thinking whether I should shoot my shot applying to an interview at the Maroni headquarters I decided I might aswell do it because why not.
You're wasting time Lenora.
Shut up.
But right now I was starting to doubt myself looking at the other possible candidates. They all had a decent pack of files carrying with them. Surely all the certificates and proof to put on the table to show how well qualified they are.
I clutched my portfolio tightly. I was wearing a crisp white shirt tucked in with a black pencil skirt and I was already regretting my decision in choosing those since the weather was getting more and more chilly outside.
Should've worn trousers for christ's sake.
"Ms. William."
I looked up at the lady behind the desk who was looking at me. She was the one reading out the next person to walk through the doors.
I stood up and walked towards her keeping my face away from the nervousness I had seconds ago.
"Good luck," she gave me a small smile as I returned her with one as led me towards the door.
Breath Lenora breath.
With a final sigh I gently opened the door and stepped in.
The interior of the room was a lot different compared to the outside. It was more minimalistic with only a huge sectional that was planted in the middle of the room and two out of the four walls were floor to ceiling glass.
"Good morning Ms William," a voice rang out. I looked up to see a man who was supposedly in his late twenties? early thirties?—who was standing in front of me.
He had a quiet intimidating figure and was tall enough for me to have my eyes bore upward.
"Good morning," I said giving him a smile.
"You can have a seat here," he gestured towards the couch as he settled himself on the opposite side.
I quickly did as he said as I stay there wondering what the hell was about to happen.
I'm nervous.
"So what makes you think you are suitable for this position," he asked looking at me. It was hard to read his expression since this man was having none on his face.
"I'm good at whatever project comes my way and I can assure that it can be done fast and neat," I said confidently.
He looked at me for a few seconds before nodding.
"You need to know that Mr.Maroni needs you at his assistance all time during your work hours and sometimes it can be after that as well depending on how you finish up the day's work, you'd be paid well of course."
"I understand sir."
"Moving on," he looks at his file and glances up, "I take that you have no experience working as an assistant before yes?"
Assistant?
What's he referring about?
"Pardon me sir, but what kind of assistance would be needed while I'm working on the design department?" I asked him confused.
Mr.Maroni would obviously be too busy to be around there all day.
I hoped I wasn't being rude right after I said that but being straightforward sometimes tend to naturally happen in me.
He sighed nodding, "Yes your right Ms.Williams, and I've seen your designs which you mailed me yesterday."
So that was him who had to analyze my work.
"You're talented," he said, closing the file. "But this is... unconventional."
"Unconventional?" I asked, my heart already starting to sink, "I thought that was a good thing."
"It is," he replied. "But I have to be honest—I'm not sure you're a perfect fit for the designer role right now. Your work shows potential, but it needs more refinement."
That's-
"I understand," I said, trying to mask my disappointment.
"But," he added, leaning forward, "I see something else in you. You're organized, detail oriented, and have a unique eye for creativity. We need someone like that in another capacity."
She frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"
"We're looking for a personal assistant," he said. "Someone who can not only manage schedules but also provide a creative perspective when needed. It's not a traditional PA role—it's much more hands-on with the business. And with time, you could grow into a design role as you hone your skills."
I blinked, unsure how to respond. This wasn't what I'd envisioned. A personal assistant? It felt like a detour from her dreams. But his tone was genuine, and his words carried a promise of opportunity.
"I... wasn't expecting this," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
So my designs need more work...
"I understand," he said, "take your time to think about it. I'm offering you a chance to learn from the inside out. You'll work closely with Mr.Maroni and see every aspect of this company. If you're willing to work hard, the path to design would eventually open up."
After a long pause considering I nodded slowly. "Alright. I'll do it."
He smiled.
"Good. Welcome to Maroni Enterprises Ms.Williams we look forward to seeing you tomorrow at sharp nine o'clock."
After all this was good, a lot more than I expected, and has guarantee that I'd be well paid and safe from being homeless or hungry. It might not be something I would have thought a couple hours ago but nevertheless I was grateful.