Chapter 5 First Interview.

"God's timing is perfect. So have patience." [Jasmine]

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[Jasmine's POV]

My Pudgy fingers wrapped around his neck to support me from falling. I didn't want my beautiful face to be ruined because of my carelessness. The staircase was too wide and the steps must have been 100.

'Who the hell is stupid enough to build a staircase containing 100 stairs. They must have been fucking dumb.'

After glancing the third time at the staircase, I locked my eyes with my savior who had to clear his throat to get my attention. My cheeks stained pink in embarrassment.

His skin was a little shade darker than most Asians but it glittered in the sunlight.

'How Mesmerising!'

He was dressed in a blue suit he might have been wearing it too often because I could make out a small stain near his upper pocket. I had to crane my neck to see his black eyes. He was so gorgeous that I nearly swallowed my tongue.

"Hey?" He questioned smiling. His fingers gently brushed the hair from my forehead away and I had the impression that they seemed to be made of solid.

I was beyond hypnotized by his beauty and remained immobile.

"Are you alright miss?"

My tongue seemed to be tied to answer him. His eyebrows scrunched up while his lips turned into a pout and I held my urge to pinch his chubby cheeks.

'How cute.' It was a swooning moment. When I didn't respond to his question the second time, he spoke again.

"Hey. Miss."

I remained immobile though I wanted to speak for myself and explain to him, it was as if someone had occupied my body and it didn't want me to respond.

He waggled his brows but this time our sweet moment was ruined by the tone of a phone call. Immediately his hands forced me to stand and for the first time in life I wasn't pleased with a man's response towards me.

'Hmph. Who the hell does he think he is!' I almost wanted to whine like a kid, but I didn't. I was somewhere I needed to maintain my dignity and grace.

Cowering beneath my monstrous ego, I offered him a thank you without even giving him a look and left him there. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed his plowed brows and grinned, 'Hah. Serves you right!'

My steps were deliberately sensual if the YouTube model walking channel has taught me right. The one thing you should know about me is I idolize blogging and YouTube. My whole life revolves around these two things.

The sweat dripped from my forehead, and I cleaned it with a hankie already planning to go to the bathroom first to wash my face. The summer season at this time was raw, Mumbai is the city of single weather. The weather here always remains the same, that's mostly summer. Nights though however turn chilly in the month from December to January. Temperature doesn't drop too lower just a blanket and a not-so-warm jacket could do.

My eyes caught the sight of a moving staircase (Elevator). And I sighed in relief, 100 stairs would have killed me in June.

Smiling I went on with it, noticing a lot of people riding with me. No one cared though, just a few smiles exchanged for nothing else. However, the presence of the elevator surprised me, in office buildings I have seen many elevators but not the moving staircase. Not even one in the offices I have been to. The glass doors opened and I took in the interior of the enormous building in awe. Every corner of the enormous hall was lit by artificial blue light. The air condition decreased the high temperature dramatically, which helped my sweating as it dissolved and I sighed in comfort. The walls were made of glass and the light shimmered on the curved surfaces of it. My legs paused to maintain my posture. The ground was embedded with shiny and slippery white tiles. There were huge crystal chandeliers here about thirty feet above my head illuminating the tiles. There were hundreds of semi-enclosed workspaces for one person filled with black love seats, which I felt should be suitable for activities which demand medium concentration and medium interaction. The area of the hall seemed endless and I was apprehensive with so much space. Having this large space in Mumbai city just meant the person owning the building should be a billionaire and nothing less.

Hesitantly I walked towards the other side noticing the green arrow point in the west direction, the reception. Reading the names of different rooms, A work Lounge, Meeting Room, Brainstorm room, Meeting point, filling space and finally Reception.

A woman in a black skirt that reached her knees and a white crisp shirt with the first three buttons opened sat there on a reclining stool. Her black hair was curly while her lips were painted in red lipstick. Her eyes focussed on the laptop in front of her face as her long fingers danced on the keyboard.

"Excuse me, Miss." My eyes found her name tag. "Neha Singh. I am here for the interview."

I asked her with a slight smile. Her fingers stopped mechanically and very slowly she raised her head.

She didn't return my smile though and I awkwardly thinned my lips.

"Which interview are you talking about?"

"I'm here for the blog writer job."

"Oh. I see. What's your name?"

"Jasmine Bhasin"

"Oh. Miss Bhasin Follow me."

We walked up to the room that was tagged with the word, Interviewing space.

"The Human Resource team is conducting the interview inside. You can go inside. You are the last participant for the interview, Good luck Miss Bhasin." She said as she gave me a kind smile this time.

Immediately my stressed body calmed down and I muttered a small thank you.

I knocked twice and only entered the room when I heard a come in. My eyes took in two men who were sitting across the round table.

'Shit.' The one was the man who saved me from falling on stairs today and I gave him the attitude. Greeting them I walked over to one of the white leather chairs that were in front of the mahogany round table.

I felt myself slipping into the eyes of the man I met earlier, his smile deepening."What do you think are the integral components of good content?"

I wasn't able to comprehend what he had asked and I didn't want to tell him to repeat the sentence. He folded his hands together on the desk while his one brow quirked up as he said.

"Vivian is asking you something, Miss Bhasin?"

My cheeks flushed red and I bit my lip to retort to him the way I would do in the home if someone had said it in a mocking tone. Telling myself again and again that this was office.

"Could you repeat the question, please?" I said pleadingly.

"Yes."

"What do you think are the integral components of good content?"

"The key elements that I think are an integral part of good content are engagement, utility, credibility, absence of plagiarism."

"How can you make your information credible?"

"Using right resources."

They asked almost twenty questions out of which I managed to answer 16. Not a bad number though. When the interview was over, Mr. Vivian seems pleased with me, but I didn't know about the other man. His expressions were blank not giving anything away. He told me I will be informed if I get the job and I thanked them politely leaving the room with a smile.

My phone buzzed and a smile instantly stretched across my lips. A call from my best friend. That's what I would have wanted. She instantly screamed.

"Jessie... How did it go? Tell me you got the job, I was praying for you from the morning dude. Just give me the good news."

I rolled my eyes at her stupid behavior, she was always over-excited about things related to me.

"I."

"Don't you dare to say anything bad? I swear if you did, I wouldn't go to the temple for a week neither I will grace God with the coconut."

"Oh For Fuck's sake Manni let me speak."

"Okay. Okay. Sorry."

"Good. I just finished my interview five minutes ago. I don't know if I am getting the job or not. They said they will inform me tomorrow."

"Hang in there for a minute, I will be back after giving this tea to daddy. And I want every little detail of the interview."

"Okay. I am walking you can take your time."