A job interview

I had a job interview at a local store called Generally Got It. It was a job as a saleswoman and designer for the women's clothing section. Her boss the principle recomonded a part time postion here an even pointed out a school schedule that showed his suppourt. I was worried about the ghost, but what was I going to do, hole up in my house that had most of her clothes taken? Additionally, if hired, she would receive 10 free items every day. At her rate she needed it

I took the car deciding it had the least chance of exposure. It was a slow nerve-racking journey but she made it in one piece thankfully.

A 15-minute drive from the store brought me to the main building of Generally Got It. She was surprised she was ten minutes early and made her way swiftly upstairs to the human resource door. She knocked on it and while waiting realized nothing had happened in the lobby or in the elevator. I hold in a sigh of relief not wanting to jinx anything. I saw a receptionist answer. A stern cold ebony woman. She had a light pink dress on that just passed her knees. A simple braided belt cinched her waist, while a cropped blazer complemented her top. She had a big fro crowning her small pointed face. There were two different colours in her eyes, a sharp amber and a cold, crystal blue. "Natalie" flatly answers the receptionist taking her to a old oak and marble-topped desk. I walked up to her desk when I tripped over something and went face first to the floor. I sat up and looked around. There was nothing to trip on. "Oh no," I muttered. She prayed to the gods and gets up and felt a smack on my ass as I got up. Nat heard it and glanced over but shrugged. She saw nothing anyway. I straightened up and felt my cheeks burning. "I'm Amy Palmer. I have a 10 am appointment with Mr. Witherton."

Without acknowledging her she typed into her computer. "Oh yes, Miss Palmer. Have a seat please." She motioned to a row of chairs perpendicular to the wall where a couch was.

I walked over to take a seat. As I sat, the chair slid out from behind me, and I fell hard on my ass. "Oh not today!" I said.

"QUIT IT" Nat snaps typing away

"Yes ma"am " I said, hoping she would forget it.

Furious at this pest, the receptionist frowned.

I got up, grabbed the arms of the chair, held it firmly and sat down. The ghost was mad at this vile girl. She needed some humility shown to her. He was then distracted by a telephone ring before he finished the thought.

The receptionist picked up a phone. "Yes, sir," she said. "Right away."

The receptionist scowled at me. "Mr. Witherton will see you now, Miss Palmer. Down the hall, second door on the right."

"Thank you very much," I said briskly walking out. I felt the receptionist's eyes burning into my back as I walked away. I quickened my pace and tried to ignore her hostile attitude. I found the office and knocked on the door, mentally preparing for my meeting with Mr. Witherton. He softly says come in