"Calm down," my roommate, Beth said as she watched me pace back and forth in our living room. I had been pacing for thirty minutes right now, nervous and anxious. "You're going to ace that interview," she added with an encouraging smile. I spared her a glance. "It's not a normal interview!" I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "Are you going to be interviewed by God?" Her question made me look at her like she was insane. Well, clearly she was insane if she was saying such a thing. She couldn't know how I was feeling about this interview. Everything depended on it. "No, but I'm going to be interviewed by the most powerful man," I reminded her. Mason Campbell was one of the most powerful men in the world, but he was the most powerful man in England. No one really liked to admit it, but he was even more powerful than the Queen. At such a young age, he had acquired more money than anyone. He had built several corporations all around the world that had about one thousand workers. He was feared all over the country because he was cold and terrifying. Mason Campbell was the man who laughed in the face of death. He lived by his own rules. I had heard men cowered over his intense look, and by that, I meant men with great power. I had also heard that he could make anyone disappear and never to be found again. That thought enough terrified me. "Why didn't you choose somewhere else to work?" Beth asked. "Rumours says that what happens behind the door is terrifying. I've also heard that his cold look enough could crack a stone, and the earth shook with his anger." "I wouldn't mind seeing that," I answered, trying to lighten up the situation I had put myself in. "That sight would ruin you for sure." She sounded so sure. I lifted my chin. "It would feel intriguing though." "Yeah," she agreed with a nod, then presumed to smile amusingly. "But you'll feel otherwise if his eyes roast you." I wanted to laugh at that, but I was too nervous about tomorrow. I had no idea where Beth got these rumors from, although I had to agree that his eyes were terrifying, I didn't think he could roast anyone with it. People can be so dramatic sometimes. "Psh," I dismissed the possibility. "That is just a rumor, Beth." She held my gaze. "Rumours sometimes are true." I struggled against the urge to squirm under her gaze. "I've heard that he treats everyone like his enemies...even his employees." That made my nerves flutter. Treating his employees like his enemies? How did that even work? I couldn't tell if she was being truthful or not. I shot a narrow-eyed glance at her. "He is that crazed, I know." "All the more reason you should consider working somewhere else." She clutched my hands in hers, then released me to cross her arms over her chest. "How sure are you that I am even going to get the job?" A lot of people wanted to work at Campbell Industry and a lot of people were going to be interviewed. Only one of us would be able to get the job, and I seriously doubt that I would be the one. Some of the girls were only after him, not the job. "0 percent sure." Beth laughed, earning a glare from me. "I can't see any good working there. That place is nothing but terrifying. It's filled with nothing but control and darkness. Mason Campbell makes it cold and forbidden." "No place is forbidden and unwelcoming," I said, drawing the pillow closer against my chest. "But they say the place cries echoes of roars." "You know," Beth looked back at me, her emerald gaze piercing. "I'd love to be there tomorrow just to see you cower in fear at his presence," she ended with a laugh. "Shut up." I grinned, throwing the pillow at her. "I'm not going to cower. I'm not afraid." She raised a challenging eyebrow. "Oh really? You've never been in his presence before. You don't know how that would feel like." "Nervous and a whole lot of uncomfortableness," I thought, biting my lip. "If I come home crying, you shouldn't even be surprised." "I will keep the tissue ready." "Bitch, you wish." I glared playfully at her. Her smile faded and she looked serious at me. "You're going to do fine in the interview, Lauren. Your resume is great. I'm sure you'll be picked among the hundreds of people." I smiled weakly. "I hope so." I really did, because it was the only job that paid well. I would be able to pay my dad's medical bills and for his treatment. I would be able to do so much more with the money. But dad's medical treatment was the only thing that worried me. He had a stage four cancer which had been a blow when he told me the first time. He was the only person I had left after my mum left us when I was ten. It still hurts when I think about it. Dad had to go through so much to raise me and it was my turn to take care of him. Morning came sooner than I had expected. I had been up since six am, getting ready. The interview was seven-thirty and I wanted to be there by seven. I groaned as I crawled out of bed and tottered drowsily to the bathroom. I washed my face, and the benefits proved just as fleeting, and no less groggy, I brushed my teeth before taking a shower. It took me ten minutes to get ready. I straightened my spine and smoothed my worn-out grey skirt that reached my knees. My light blue blouse was tucked inside my skirt. My cheeks were rosy, setting off a sparkle to my hazel eyes. The orbs slanted slightly upward and were thickly fringed with lashes. I tied my brown hair into a ponytail, not a single strand had loosened. I hoped I looked sophisticated enough for the interview. I didn't like wearing makeup, so I went ahead with my natural look. I had only applied nude lipstick and that was about it. I wore the old black heels that I had bought two years ago. Knowing Beth would still be sleeping, I left her a note before grabbing my bag, leaving our flat. London was really cold, and because all my coats were really worn out, I wasn't able to wear any. I wanted to look good, I didn't want to be looked down upon. I took a taxi and when I told him where he would take me, he looked shocked. He asked me again where he would take me, and I told him the address. "Are you sure that is where you want to go, ma'am?" he asked, unsure of himself.