Scrambling out of the bed, I grabbed my clothes for the interview and ran inside the bathroom. I had two interviews today, and the first one was at nine. If I didn’t get there in time, I’d lose the chance to work at one of my dream work places.

Actually, both of them were important to me. If I got a job at one of them, it’d be a golden ticket for my career as a designer.

And my first destination was Summer Clothing House. One of the most famous fashion houses across the city.

“What? But how’s that possible? I was informed I’d have an interview today at nine.”

The receptionist sent me a professional look of apology. “I’m sorry for the hassle. But we’ve found the perfect candidate for the post, so we had to cancel the interview. Didn’t you receive the email, Miss?”

I frowned. “What email?”

“We’d sent all our expected candidates an email regarding the rescission as an apology,” she informed.

Oh! I’d kept my phone off since I left home that night to avoid my family’s questions and a particular person’s calls and messages. I haven’t even checked my email for some days now.

How could I be so careless?

“Uh, maybe I missed it.” I bit my lip. “All right, my bad luck, I guess.”

“We’re sorry again, miss. Have a good day!”

Nodding, I sent her a tight smile and got out of there. Time to go to my next destination.

I just hoped everything would turn out good this time.

Checking myself one last time in the rearview, I let out a breath, wiping my clammy palms on my skirt.

Come on, Em! You’ve got this!

Chanting the mantra in my head, I got out of the car and looked up at the huge forty-something floor building. A big Coopers Fabrics sign was hung at the top.

I blew out a breath. I really didn’t want this chance to get out of my hands. These two were my dream workplaces, and now one was gone, leaving the latter.

Ignoring the nervous wreck in my tummy, I padded inside. Shoulders squared and chin high in confidence.

But as soon as the crowd in the waiting area came into my view, my confidence melted into a puddle. All of them were sophisticatedly dressed, with CV’s in their hands. Definitely for the interview.

Of course, this was one of the most renowned textile companies in the country. What did I expect?

The receptionist guided me to wait with the others as there was still quite time for my turn to come. And standing among these sharp and talented looking people, my nervousness rose to a new height.

Choosing a vacant seat, I settled in the furthest corner of the waiting area and waited for my turn to arrive.

My phone vibrated in my purse.