I looked at the building in front of me and took a deep breath.

It wasn't my first time, but the last four interviews were empty dead ends, as I heard someone else got the job instead of me. I never said anything about the job because I didn't want to say something I didn't have for sure.

The worst part is when they don't say why you didn't get the job. Could be cause of your attitude, your hair, your age, your inexperience, many, many things! And changing yourself won't do any good cause you don't know what's wrong with you!

Anyway, I walked into the building and headed to the receptionist.

"Hi, I'm here for an interview with Mr. Nicholson. I'm Brittany Parsons" No questions, like if you still doubt you have the interview. You have it, period. The receptionist nodded and looked on a piece of paper full of names. This man had to see all these people today?!

"Mr. Nicholson is a bit delay today, but if you don't mind to wait..." she gestured me to the waiting area, that was a bit crowded. I nodded, heading that way, very nervous. If all these people wanted to job like me, I was for some competition. And I'm bad at competitions...

"You too are here to see Mr. Nicholson?" a guy asked me. I turned to see him and he was blonde with ever-changing eye colors. He was wearing a suit, with a white shirt and a blue tie matching the suit. He looked confident and slightly nervous, which made me even more nervous "Don't be nervous, you'll do fine..."

"You sound awfully quiet..." I recognized to him. He shrugged.

"In all honesty, I don't want to be here. My parents got me the interview..." he admitted "Thomas Grace" he pulled his hand out and I shook it.

"Brittany Parsons, nice to meet you..."

"Likewise... I just wished this was a park and not an interview..."

"I see what you mean..."

~oOo~

Thomas and I chatted for like an hour, still waiting to be called to Mr. Nicholson's. People were leaving and we were still there. I was afraid they would come to us and say 'you have to go', but it hadn't happened yet. My parents didn't know I was here, but I didn't want to get their call before demanding me to go back home.

Thomas, however, got one from his parents.

"Hello?" he answered the phone, calmed "Hello, Mom" His greeting was soft and a little embarrassing for him "I'm still waiting- No, Mom... You don't have to-" he pulled the phone off his ear and stared at it, in terror "She hung up on me..." His fearful face was contagious and I was panicking as well.

"You don't think...?"

"I can't think anything as there's a lot of possibilities of what my parents are doing at the moment..." he confessed, white as a sheet. I tried to calm him down, asking anything else but his parents or this interview, but he stayed like that. When I finally got up to see if the receptionist (who was still there, a round of applauses for her) could give me a glass of water, I saw them.

The man was dressed in uniform, which means he either dressed to impress or he was wearing it and had no time to change. I'm leaning over the second option. I hope... His uniform was deep blue, a darker tone of his eyes, blue as well. His hair was blonde and his face was stern and expressionless. Not even a smirk or a wink.

The woman walking next to him looked like she jumped out of a catalogue for Moms. She was dressed in a simple shirt and jeans, but she made it look like it were thousands of dollars more expensive than they actually were. She had no make up as all the attention was in her forever changing eyes and her flawless face. Her brown hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, showing very clearly her disgust.

I'm assuming, without a doubt, those were Thomas' parents.

Thomas' reaction was a natural, as he turned even more white and hid his face behind his hands. I felt for him and immediately moved away from them. Mrs. Grace (again, I'm assuming) took a look around and ended with the poor receptionist who was drooling at the sight of the couple.

"Call Mr. Nicholson, now!" I knew it wasn't for me, but I had the strong impulse of calling Mr. Nicholson myself. Luckily, the receptionist was faster than me and picked the phone, calling him. I actually wasn't paying attention to what she told him to come down, but his scowling face turned white as soon as he saw who had called him.

"Jason, Piper, what-" A raised hand stopped him from talking. Unfortunately for me, I had a front row seat to see all this, as I was petrified in my spot.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grace to you, Nicholson" Mr. Grace spoke first, his tone demanding obedience. Mr. Nicholson shut up and I wondered why I wanted to work for him "What was so important that you made this young people wait for more than two hours for their interviews?" He didn't raise his voice, but he didn't need it either.

"I- well, you see..." Mr. Nicholson started to stammer and I knew I didn't want to work for a guy who bended over pressure. Luckily, his explanation was cut short.

"Thomas, we're leaving" Mrs. Grace said, and Thomas, still white as a sheet, got up and walked out the building, not facing anyone. I decided to do something either very stupid or very brave. I pulled out my hand and shook Mr. Nicholson quickly, who was still in shock.

"Thank you for the interview, it'd be my pleasure not to work with you" I told him, before leaving. Everyone stared at me, I could sense it, but I didn't care "Thomas, wait!" I stopped him and his parents, panting "Want grab a bite? My treat..."

"Don't worry, I'll pay" he replied, making me chuckle.

By the way, this lady don't kiss and tell...

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Hello, guys

First of all, i want to apologize for not posting last Sunday. You see, last Sunday was my grandfather's birthday and it was held at home, so I was greeting guests all day. By the time the party ended, I had to clean up all the mess and I was tired. I know it's not excuse, but it's the truth.

Also, since Monday midday till this morning I was without power. And no power means no wifi nor electricity. Which is why I'm posting today.

I'll be posting today 3 chapters of Mortals: Meet... the In-Laws (had it a little forgotten!), 1 chapter of Percy Jackson, son of Chaos and the final 7 chapters of Mortals: Meet... 2 (last chapter will have its own emotional goodbye note).

I remind you that you have time till next Wednesday to vote on my next story, here or in my in Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pg/SilverHuntresses/posts (your choice).

Also, I want to let you know that I'll update my Quotev.com and Penana sites (I have them a little forgotten). Once I do, I'll post a post (;p) with all my sites so you can check them out.

Signing out!
xoxo, SilverHuntresses