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A Job Interview
A short story for anyone who panics before a job interview
Chelsea jerked off the bed, her heart racing as she glanced at her phone. It was 9:30 on the dot, and her job interview was scheduled to hold at 10:00 AM. Panic coursed through her veins, but she didn’t have time to let it take over. She dashed into the bathroom, brushed her teeth in record time, and changed into a crisp, corporate outfit she had picked out the night before.
She grabbed her bag and quickly booked a ride on her phone. The office was 20 minutes away, and if she left immediately, she might just beat the traffic and get there on time.
As the car sped through the streets, Chelsea stared out of the window, her mind a chaotic swirl of thoughts. The answers she had painstakingly studied late into the night suddenly felt far out of reach, as if someone had wiped her memory clean. But she didn’t panic. She had learned something important about herself during her university days: whenever she felt like she’d forgotten everything, all she needed to do was calm down and see the first question. It was her trigger, a way of jogging her memory and easing her nerves.
By the time the car pulled up to the building, Chelsea had managed to steady her breathing. She stepped out, smoothed her outfit, and walked inside, her heels clicking against the polished floor. The receptionist directed her to the waiting area, where she…
