I was buzzed through the security doors and took in the café-au-lait walls covered with photos of celebrity chefs and trendy restaurants. I was at a disadvantage in nearly every way, but I’d known that and I wasn’t intimidated.much. I doubted any of them had held three jobs to help pay for college, either. Unlike me, they weren’t wearing last season’s styles secondhand. Waiting to enter, I studied the number of well-dressed young women sitting around the reception area.
The company’s name was emblazoned in a metallic feminine font across the double doors, challenging me to dream big and relish every moment. Still, despite my inner pep talk, my breath caught when I stepped out onto the tenth floor and saw the smoked-glass entrance to Savor, Inc. I just had this feeling, deep inside me, that working as Lei Yeung’s assistant was what I needed to spread my wings and fly.
I couldn’t even think about walking away from the interview without nailing it. The man had turned out to be really bad for me the job could change my life in an amazing way. There were two things in my life I’d felt that way about: the man I’d stupidly fallen in love with and the administrative assistant position I was about to interview for. Have you ever wanted something so bad, you couldn’t imagine not having it? My nervousness only increased after I accepted my visitors badge and headed to the elevator. With damp palms, I slid my ID across the security desk. My heels clicked across the dark marble of the massive lobby with a tempo that echoed my racing heart. IT WAS A breezy fall morning when I entered the mirrored glass skyscraper in midtown Manhattan, leaving the cacophony of blaring horns and pedestrian chatter behind to step into cool quiet.
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