Poorly Forgotten Secretary
Miss Heart, or Nerd?
Who says
Who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me
That's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful
Who says
It's such a funny thing
How nothing's funny when it's you
You tell 'em what you mean
But they keep whiting out the truth
It's like a work of art
That never gets to see the light
Keep you beneath the stars
Won't let you touch the sky
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
I'm no beauty queen
I'm just beautiful me
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
You've got every right
To a beautiful life
C'mon
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Ambrosia's lips hummed softly following the tone of the music she was hearing through the earphones. Selena Gomez is her favorite singer, and hearing Selena's golden voice during her short flight obviously helped Ambrosia psychically.
Selena's voice slowly shrinks as the song ends called Who says. Ambrosia hastily turned off the song player app on her phone, then pulled the earphone out of her ear as she passed through the corner of the baggage claim.
Ambrosia doesn't intend to stay in Sydney tonight. He planned to go straight back to Melbourne after the interview was over, so he did not bring his small suitcase. Therefore, he also does not need to queue at the walking wheel where the passengers take their respective baggage.
A round trip like this is tiring, but for Ambrosia who is frugal, the cost is much cheaper than having to stay in Sydney even if only overnight.
"Not bad," he murmured cheerfully.
He deliberately used Virgin Australia Airlines because he felt the airline had the most suitable schedule for his situation. Although the interview itself was scheduled after lunchtime— around one o'clock, Ambrosia deliberately arrived early to study the situation around Levine Enterprise's office, as well as to mentally prepare her before entering the interview room.
But he also does not want to come too early, because waiting can actually trigger anxiety that he does not want. The last thing Ambrosia needs right now is nervousness. So he must avoid everything, no matter how small, that can provoke anxiety in him. He must remain calm, steady, and confident in his abilities.
Keep calm, cool, and collected, is her motto.
Just below the Taxi shelter, the head of Ambrosia dizzy looking for a fleet ready to depart. Without waiting for long, a taxi approached him and stopped right in front of him. Ambrosia opened the door and immediately told the beret-hatted driver behind the wheel.
Fortunately the Aurora Place Building is close enough to Sydney Airport, so it only takes fourteen to fifteen minutes for Ambrosia to get to the Levine Enterprise office, using a taxi from the airport.
When getting off the taxi in front of the Artistry Garden, Ambrosia again glanced at the watch on her wrist. Exactly eleven and forty when he arrived at Phillip Street. That is, there is still less than an hour and a half for him to prepare mentally and whatever material he must learn again in order to launch the interview test later.
As he had planned, Ambrosia did not immediately cross and enter the Aurora Place building, but instead walked down the street until arriving at the bend of Bent Street, which was located in the city, it was then entered into a cafe called Bertoni.
Due to its precise location facing each other, and only separated by Philip street which has two lanes, Ambrosia can even see the main lobby door of the Aurora Place building from the chair she chose inside the Bertoni cafe.
A waiter came and greeted him kindly. Ready to record Ambrosia orders. Since there was no menu book, the two eyes of Ambrosia who today framed thick glasses scanned the large whiteboard standing near the entrance. He immediately chose
"A serving of Ham & Cheese Croissant and a single shot of espresso, please," Ambrosia said after determining the brunch menu this time.
"With separate mayonnaise, or mixed?" ask waiter.
"Just be apart, thank you" replied Ambrosia.
Waiter left after nodding in understanding. While waiting for her order to arrive, Ambrosia opened the briefcase she had been carrying. Although it is impossible to forget everything he needs to bring for interview purposes—given Ambrosia has undergone the process repeatedly until it is almost like an annual ritual, but Ambrosia still felt the need to double-check. His professional instincts are moved to remain meticulous, anytime and anywhere.
Without taking the entire contents of her bag out onto the table, Ambrosia peeked into the bag and re-sorted the documents she carried; the original resume and some copies, she said, check— in preparation if the interviewer is present more than he expected, portfolio work history, check, reference list, check, personal identification documents, check, notebook and pen, check, check, and don't forget the company fact sheet, check.
"Completely perfect" said Ambrosia satisfied.
The same Waiter came again bearing Ambrosia's order, and the twenty-seven-year-old girl thanked him with a smile. He sips his espresso with a slow motion, then moves quickly when removing a sheet that contains general information about the Levine Enterprise.
Fortunately Ambrosia is smart enough to investigate or do research first on the companies he will send job applications to. So at this time, he only needs to read the results of his research on Levine Enterprise to better understand the prospective new office. Of course if his interview today was successful and he was accepted to work there.
Although research has been done, unfortunately it does not necessarily prevent him from meeting with seniors or superiors who are incompetent and harassing. Like his former bosses, because in general large companies usually do keep their internal information meetings. There is little we can see on the internet and the information is not always accurate according to the facts in the field.
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Floor 21, Aurora Place— Building
Levine Enterprise office main lobby.
The decision was right for Ambrosia to decide to enter the Aurora Place building thirty minutes before the appointed time for the interview, because shortly after she told the receptionist about her destination, the beautiful woman behind the desk immediately said, "Please this side, the chief executive mother and HRD director are waiting for you."
Ambrosia instantly turned deathly pale. Whahuh? Already waiting? inner Ambrosia confusion. He glanced at the watch, ascertaining the current time. Afraid that he might have seen the clock wrong. It's only twelve and thirty. It should be less than thirty minutes left for the interview, then... Why are they waiting for him?
Ambrosia wondered as she continued to follow where the receptionist was going. Arriving in a magnificent room that was tightly closed, Ambrosia was welcome to enter after the receptionist opened the door while reporting her arrival to anyone who was in the room.
Ambrosia took a breath once before entering the room, "I'm sorry for my delay and made you wait" he said.
It turned out that there were only two people in the room, and both of them looked at Ambrosia. They both compactly scanned Ambrosia from top to bottom, then back up again. It was as if Ambrosia was not the person they expected to appear before them at this moment.
An awkward silence once surrounded the spacious and modern room, until one of them broke the silence, "To be honest, you are not late, Miss. But are you Miss Ambrosia Heart?" asked a middle-aged woman with an elegant look.
Still standing in place, Ambrosia replied firmly and confidently, "Yes, mam. I'm Ambrosia Heart."
"Are you sure, you're the same Miss Heart who sent a resume to our office for a secretary position?" he asked again doubtfully. As if to make sure of something.
Not yet had Ambrosia to say yes, there was a speech from the man who had been standing next to the middle-aged woman, "Miss Heart, or nerd?" ask her while holding back a laugh.
Instantly a thick map landed on the man's head, followed by a reprimand from the middle-aged woman, "I'm not polite!"
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