Chapter 1—Leah Morris

I looked up to see the Estelle building, fully admiring it. I'd been dreaming of working here since I graduated from Harvard. In Harvard, Estelle and Lemiere had been praised by a lot of people for their security and defense technology. Estelle was based in Europe while Lemiere was based in America and Canada.

I applied to Lemiere for a job, but I didn't get in. There were a lot of people applying because who didn't want to work for the Gold Lifes? It was everyone's dream to meet them in real life and actually learn from them.

Instead of giving up, I decided to go to London and apply for the job in Estelle. Estelle was currently run by the youngest Prince of Denmark, Adrian Nielsen. He was known to be smart, strict, and ruthless when it came to his job. I was completely nervous because this was one of those jobs that really required skill and knowledge.

I walked into the building with my sweaty hands, completely nervous for the interview. I walked to the visitor’s desk, and the woman who was in charge looked at me, waiting for me to say something.

"I'm Leah Morris, and I'm here for the job interview," I said.

"Which department are you applying to?" she asked as she pointed at the glass in front of me so I would put both of my hands on there.

"Security and defense technology." They scanned my fingerprints, and then she pointed a small camera at me.

"Ms. Morris, this is your visitor’s card. Go to the 16th floor, and you will find Mitchell there to assist you," she said, and I thanked her, taking the visitor’s card with me and walking towards the lift.

I waited on the line because there were a lot of employees working here, and I felt a little nervous seeing all of them. They looked really professional, and I really hoped that I could get this job.

"Excuse me. Please step aside." Suddenly, I was gently pushed to the side. People were standing against the wall, making way for someone. Was it Adrian Nielsen himself?

"I guess you're going for a job interview here?" I turned to see a beautiful blonde woman standing beside me. She was holding 6 cups of coffee, and I gave her a nervous smile.

"I'm really nervous," I whispered.

"What department are you?" she asked as she hugged all the coffee cups tightly before someone could squeeze them.

"Security and defense tech."

"Really? That's awesome. Usually that department works with Adrian Nielsen himself. That's what I've heard. I'm Aubrey, by the way," she said in her thick British accent.

"I'm Leah, and I hope that's the case," I said, and she turned her head towards the entrance door.

"Princess Aria is here. I guess she's coming back to London for good now," Aubrey said, and I saw Princess Aria walking into the building. She was the definition of a goddess. She was so beautiful that it really made my confidence go down.

She was talking to her secretary, and guards were protecting her as she walked towards the lift. After she got into the lift, I got into another lift for my interview. I thanked Aubrey for wishing e good luck, and she proceeded to walk away with her 6 coffees.

I pressed the 16th button and took a really deep breath. My heart was pounding so fast, and I couldn't even calm myself. As soon as I got out of the lift, I saw a lot of people already waiting for the interview. There were about 40 to 50 people, and it made my confidence go down.

"Hello, I'm Mitchell, and can I get your name?" I turned to the man who was holding 2 iPads at the same time.

"I'm Leah Morris."

"Oh, you're American," he said when he heard my accent. I gave him a smile, and he checked if my name was on the list. He turned to his secretary, and they both gave me the number 17. He told me to sit and wait until my turn.

I sat down near the window and tried to calm down. I decided to listen to music and just try to practice my speech if the interviewer asked me questions. After 2 hours of waiting, they called my name. I followed Mitchell to a small meeting room, and there were 3 interviewers.

I smiled and greeted them politely. They asked me to sit down and started asking me questions. I tried my best to be as professional and as honest as I could be. They were impressed with my resumé and the fact that I had graduated from Harvard. In fact, Harvard really admired Lemiere and Estelle for being this good in development, especially for programming.

I'd worked with a lot of big companies too before, but I wanted to really dive into the real deal. That was why I came all over from New York to London. One of the interviewers asked me to wait outside the door for a couple of minutes because they wanted to make a quick call.

I hoped this was a good sign because I really wanted this job. Imagine being able to work in this company. It was just a dream come true. After waiting for about 20 minutes, Mitchell told me to go inside again.

I walked into the room nervously and sat down. I looked at them, smiling awkwardly.

"This is a quite rare case, Ms. Morris, but we saw you are one of the top who applied when we received your resume last month. You got the job," she said, and I couldn't help but squeal for a second.

"But…Here's the catch for you. We will be doing a lot of tests regarding your mental health tomorrow. We want to make sure that you're capable of doing this job and not being a threat to our company," the man beside her said, and I smiled, nodding.

"I will gladly take the test."

"And one more thing…you're not going to work in security system development, but you will work as a software engineer with Mr. Nielsen himself." I was more than speechless at this point.

"If…you pass the test tomorrow."