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other ones on the floor. There was no glass, no way to see in, and you were greeted instead by a woman behind a mahogany desk clicking away on her keyboard. The large wooden doors to his office remained shut.
    I felt sick to my stomach as I looked at Tonya, who looked equally nervous, and she wasn’t even the one who had to go in there. With butterflies in my stomach and a nervous twist that made me cramp up a little, I took a deep breath and tried to relieve my stress.
    “ I’ll be waiting nearby for when you come out. I’m not sure if you’ll be going back to Sharon or not, but good luck in there,” Tonya said.
    “ Good luck? Why do I need that?” I asked.
    “ Mr. Hunter isn’t known to be the easiest man to talk to,” Tonya said.
    “ Why is that?” I asked.
    “ He likes to be very much…in control. You’ll be fine, though. I’ll see you shortly,” Tonya said, before walking back.
    I walked up to the door, put my hand on the thick golden handle, and twisted it slowly.
    A bright light shined as I opened the thick mahogany doors into Mr. Hunter’s office. His secretary never once looked up at me or said a word, which wasn’t exactly the encouragement I needed or wanted.
    There was a wall of windows directly in front of me about fifteen or so feet forward. The office was large, a lot larger than any other I had seen here, though I guessed that was to be expected with the CEO of the company. His floors were wooden, which was a stark contrast to the carpet on the rest of the floor.
    Standing in front of the windows was a man—Mr. Hunter. He looked out of them, his hands locked together tightly behind his back.. His posture and dress looked familiar, but I couldn’t see his face. I could only see the back of his head, and even that was intimidating.
    “ Please close the door,” he said in a strong, confident voice.
    I turned around, obliging, before slowly closing the door until I heard it click. I let go of the handle, my hand nervously rising from it, leaving a bit of condensation on the metal from my clammy, overactive palms. I turned back around, facing him, as he continued to look out the window.
    “ I was told you wanted to see me,” I said nervously, as I cleared my throat.
    “ Every now and then I like to speak with a potential candidate and conduct an interview of my own. I sometimes feel as though I don’t have enough control over my company and the people we hire, and well, that’s just not acceptable, now is it?” he asked.
    “ Oh, I guess not, sir,” I said.
    “ Please, call me Blake,” he said.
    “ Yes, sir, Blake,” I muttered, as I clutched my purse to me.
    “ Have a seat. What’s your name again?” he asked.
    “ Penny. Well, Penelope, but everybody calls me Penny,” I said, as I sat down in a distressed brown leather chair with gold studs.
    I looked around his office, as his gaze was still fixated outside on the streets of San Francisco. There was a fireplace, though not a single flame was burning. The heavily-waxed wooden floors reflected even the faintest hint of light that hit them. He didn’t have much in here, not even a cup of pens or a picture of loved ones. His office was minimalist in every sense of the word. It was cold.
    “ That’s a nice name,” he said, turning around.
    I looked up at him as he did, as the glaring intensity of the sun’s rays glowed around him. I squinted a little bit, just enough to focus my eyes and let them adjust, before I saw his face. It was him—the guy from earlier I saw before my interview. He was the CEO of this company? I knew he looked out of place, but I assumed he was just one of those overachieving guys that every office has.
    I should’ve known by the crisp suit and confident posture alone. I looked down a little, as his stare was on me once again like it was earlier. I felt a little uncomfortable and awkward, but at the same time, I didn’t care but an ounce.
    “ Is the sun too much for you? I can take care of that, if