Rain had just begun to sprinkle along the sidewalks as she hurried through the doors of the impressive, looking building, it’s footprint large though as soon as she reached the inside, realized that it was decorated with a fine taste. It felt unusual to be in such a place, especially after her few internships with dingy labs simply to get her hours in. This, had a distinctly different feel.<br/><br/>Before she could even speak as she approached the front desk, the brunette had asked her name in a tone that was obviously not allowing too much room for argument, and so she recited her name softly, still looking around subtly while the receptionist appeared to be looking through the list of approved guests within the building.. And she seemed to have made the list. Almost dismissively, she placed a temporary guest badge on the sweeping marble front desk, and indicated the elevators that she was to take.<br/><br/><i>Alright, Ana, breathe.. Its not like they could shoot you down any harder than Doctor Hiefmar.</i><br/><br/>She’d been shot down quite hard just weeks before by a particularly snotty, entitled practitioner, and had spent many days nursing her injured confidence, for he had gone for personal scorn over professional scorn, and it had been a bit much for her. But, she assured herself, this would not be one of those times. Whomever interviewed her, likely a lackey for whoever she would possibly be working with, wouldn’t be invested enough to go for personal insults.This particular interview was for the position of PA to its owner and CEO, though she wasn’t particularly holding out hope that she would be able to outshine the competition. She was shyer, less.. Showy. She had a quiet confidence and a way of becoming endearing to people, but she wasn’t the blonde bombshell that some choice to hire purely as eye candy...<br/><br/>Soon enough, her elevator had reached the designated floor, sliding open to expose the bustle of an animated office, though bearing the receptionists directions in mind, found her way through the organized chaos. Her path led her to a neatly kept, elegant waiting area, and she slowly took a seat, looking around.<br/><br/>No one else.. She was last, and had no way to gauge her interviewers ferocity for no one else was there to give her an idea...<br/><br/><i>Please don’t be tired of interviewing just yet...</i><br/><br/>These quiet worries in her mind continued for a while, perhaps another 10 or 15 minutes, before the door cracked once again, a man who looked quite a bit frazzled. A small, quiet smile of her own, and she carefully followed him in, her eyes sweeping once before settling on the presence behind the desk, who’s eyes seemed to be lost in..<br/><br/>Thought? Recognition?<br/><br/>She didn’t know.<br/><br/>“<i>Mr. Elijah, This is Anastasia.”</i><br/><br/><i>Smile Ana, don’t look absolutely terrified.</i><br/><br/>Luckily, when she shook his hand, her smile was calm and quiet, though there was something in her eyes, something that she felt in her chest as their hands locked, shaking politely. She didn’t know him, yet she felt the strike of familiarity there none the less. Perhaps he simply looked like someone she knew, for she most certainly did not know this affluent, obviously..Influential CEO, of course, no more than she read from the tabloids, though everyone knew him on that level.. Upon being prompted from her thoughts by his words again, she softly declined the water, knowing that the nervous tremor ok her hands would cause her to sump it on herself, and, god forbid, possibly him. She’d rather remain dry-mouthed than get thrown out in that way.<br/><br/>Resume? Right. He didn’t even know who she was, he needed the resume.<br/><br/>She pulled the neat file from her bag carefully and handed it to him, before folding her hands in her lap again. He had decidedly moved on with his questioning, and she gave a slight smile when asked.<br/><br/>“Personally, I enjoy the planning of a day, and have found that I work well under relative pressure when needed to. I pay attention to detail, and it seemed that would be needed in this position.” She recited dutifully, her fingers twisted together in her lap as anxiety began to bite at her. What if he didn’t like her? He was undeniably attractive, had the cities resources at his fingertips.. Why would he take a frazzled medical student when he could have people with experience..?<br/><br/>Her stomach sank softly as she awaited his words...