"Yes," I said, growing annoyed. He didn't say anything afterward, but I would occasionally catch him looking at me through the rearview mirror as if he couldn't believe I was going to such a place. He stopped the car across from Campbell Industry, and when I was about to ask him why he wouldn't drop me off near the building, he said, "Sorry, ma'am, but no taxi is allowed near the building. I have to drop you off here." My mouth shaped into an 'O', shaking my head in disbelief. I walked out and readjusted my blouse. If anyone could stop and observe me, they would see nervousness oozing off of me. Campbell Industry stared down at me. It was a huge building that had about sixty floors. It was large, wide and intimidating. I carefully strode past a security guard at the entrance and into the building. I was met with a lot of people that were strolling around in their expensive, neat clothes and I felt self-conscious of what I was wearing. They seemed to be on edge like they were holding the entire world in their shoulders. I went directly up to the receptionist nervously. She was a redhead woman, dressed elegantly in a blue dress. Even her hair seemed to be perfectly done. Her face was covered in the minimum amount of makeup. Her hazel eyes sized me up, her expression pure distaste. "The coffee shop is down the street, ma'am," she said, and I hinted a slight Italian accent. "What?" I asked, confused. She stared at me as if I was a dimwit. "Isn't that where you want to go?" "No. I'm here for an interview." She raised her perfect eyebrow, her mouth curving upright. "Oh?" Sizing me up again, she clicked her tongue before meeting my gaze again. I wanted to punch her face. She didn't think I belong here. How dare she! The receptionist inhaled dramatically before plastering a fake smile. "Twentieth floor. Take a left and you'll find yourself among the lot that are here for the interview." My lips twitched. Was she insinuating that they were a lot of people for the interview and I had zero chance of getting it? Twat. "Thanks," I gritted out. "Good...." She stared up and down at me again, her face turning upside down. "....luck." I was feeling a bit miffed, but I tried to calm myself down and made my way to the elevator. I waited a few seconds before it slid open and I quickly rushed inside. Before it slid close, I heard a commotion. A woman was being dragged out by a security guard and she was crying. Clearly, she was having a mental breakdown. "No!" she shouted. "You can't do this to me! I have worked here for three years!" I watched as she tried to struggle against the security guard. "I'm loyal! You can't do this to me!" The elevator closed, blocking the cries and screams of the woman. My heartbeat accelerated. I felt sorry for the woman. Whatever she had done, she didn't deserve to be treated like this. She had worked for three years! She deserved some little respect at least. My back hit the wall and I closed my eyes. Was this such a good idea after all? But this was the only place with a good salary. I was doing this for dad, I shouldn't be thinking twice about working here. Working here?! You don't even have the job yet, and you don't even know if you'd be the lucky one. Tightening my eyes, I hoped this interview would be a success. I couldn't afford to mess it up. Dad's life was on the line here. You can't, Lauren. You will do great if you'd just calm down and believe in yourself. Yes, I know I would ace that interview. "Aren't you going to get off?" I was startled by a man's voice beside me. I realized that I had reached the twentieth floor and I mumbled a quick apology to the older man in a grey suit and stepped out. The entire left was this huge window and I stared at the amazing view of London. My phone in my bag was itching to come out and snap a picture. Before that could happen, I reminded myself why I was here in the first place. I followed the instructions the receptionist told me and true to her words, they were a lot of people. They were so much that I wasn't even able to see the end of them. And they all wore nice clothes. A group of girls spared a glance at me and I heard them laugh a little. What was on my face?! I wanted to ask. Looking up, I noticed that they hadn't stopped looking my way and wasn't subtle about it. I looked away angrily. Just because they were looking sexier than me and were dressed in nicer clothes didn't mean I should be treated this way. I pushed my way through tons of bodies, trying to find a place to sit. I spotted one at the end of the room and made my way to it. But before I could sit, a man beat me to it. He shrugged his shoulders at me and I glared. I turned to go back to where I was, and before I knew it, I was being pushed by bodies towards different directions. I found myself being pushed toward a silver door and inside it. The door shut automatically. I panicked when it wouldn't budge at all. I tried again, but the same thing happened. It just wouldn't budge. Bloody hell! I turned around to see where I was, and I found myself in a long-dimmed hallway, and an elevator was at the end of it. I heaved a sigh of relief. A way out. It slid open when I pushed the button, and I quickly hurried inside. I went to press the twenty-first button, but I only found one button with a Campbell logo on it. My face screwed up. Deciding that it would be best to go there rather than stay here with no way out, I pushed the button with the logo. My heart started to race for some reason, and I found my hands shaking slightly. It felt stuffy in here and I felt like there was a presence of something powerful and terrifying. What the hell was wrong with me? Why do I feel so scared? What the hell? The elevator stopped and it slid open. I got out as quickly as I got in. Maybe I would be able to breathe in here and where was this place? I scanned my surroundings and my jaw dropped. Literally. The office was gigantic and breathtaking. It was polished and fancy. Everything in here screamed expensively. The White leather seats were shining and I didn't want to touch them in case I ruined them. The view was much more amazing in here. I gasped when my eyes caught a few paintings on the wall, and I realized that it was the paintings that had been the talk of everyone. It cost a billion pounds. Holy fuck. There were a fireplace and a large flat-screen TV on the wall. Literally, everything in the office was white, even the pens were white. I couldn't describe everything because I found my eyes suddenly blinded by this fancy office. I heard the door being burst open and several footsteps. Before I realize what was happening, I was being pushed to the ground roughly and I felt a gun in my head. Holy shit. This totally happens in movies. There was no way this was real. No way was I on the ground with a gun in my head like a bloody criminal. I attempted to raise my head up, but it was pushed back down. I winced and gritted my teeth.