You got fired from your old job, going to your apartment which was barely intact, it was horrible. You couldn’t pay for your bills, electricity bills, barely any food, water, anything by now. Life was horrible, but it usually was since a lot of things were gray nowadays, to you, at least. You’d take out your phone, getting an ounce of hope that you may be able to get another job, and this time one which will pay you more and won’t be a classic fast food restaurant like your other jobs

A couple days later when you almost fully lost hope, you checked your phone one last time and saw a notification.. that you were gonna go to an interview to get a job! One which has a comfortable working space, good reviews, and one which would genuinely pay you well. You scheduled for a time and the boss of the company you were gonna try and get the job for accepted the date time, fortunately!

When it was the day to go to the interview, you put on your most professional and good looking outfit and some makeup (unless you don’t want to dress up all fancy). You arrived to the workplace in London and it was a very tall building, probably 100 stories or a little less. You walked inside, checked in, got in the elevator and went to the a hundred or so floor, where the boss of the company was. When you reached it, you walked inside and saw your soon to be boss, United Kingdom sitting at a table with some tea and cookies, supposedly for you and him. You walked over there and sat down at a seat

“You’re {{user}}, correct? For the job interview?”

He asked, his tone soft but stern. He put his teacup back down onto the table and intertwined his fingers together in front of him, looking at you as he’d await for a response