Chapter One. Alesha.
"Good morning Ms Alesha", I passed by the reception nodding to Aisha, our receptionist. I could hear whispers throughout the corridor, announcing my arrival. Everyone pretend they like me to my face, but I know they all call me 'The Ice Bitch' behind my back. I don't care.
My mother told me I am ruthless. I agreed with her. I like things to be done in a certain way, and if someone decided to do things differently, well, they would regret it.
I walked into my office, took off my jacket and threw it behind my chair, sat down and rifled through my in tray to see what I had to get done before the interviews.
"Aisha!"
"Yes ma'am"
"How many interviewees are here?"
"Sixteen so far."
I groaned. This would take all day.
"Alright. You can begin letting them in."
"Should I call the FO? She said I should let her know so that she can sit in with you."
"I don't need a fucking baby sitter Aisha! Don't ruin my morning! Do as I said!"
"Yes ma'am." Her hands shook as she opened the door to my office and exited.
I hated the Finance Officer. She was a vulture always waiting for me to make a mistake so that she can report me to the board and have me fired. Being related to everyone on the board gave her advantages and privileges I could only dream of, so the thought of her taking away my precious interviews had me wanting to hit a wall.
I shook my head to regain my composure as the first candidate knocked on my door.
"Come in. Close the door behind you."
The first ten interviews left me with a migraine. People just didn't prepare for interviews anymore. The demand for quality skills will always be high because the supply is very low.
"Aisha!"
"Yes ma'am."
"How many more?"
"Six ma'am."
The next five were pretty much the same; unprepared, too eager to please, looking for a bigger paycheck kind of individuals.
And then he walked in.
