Thread: No Isn't An Option | Cain&Dini |

Throughout the day, all he could think about what that interview. It was on his mind during breakfast, during his labwork, and even during his lectures. Finding a respectable job at unusual hours was rare nowadays, with so many companies holding back hiring. But Cain Fisher couldnt make excuses the money he was making at the university barely covered his loans, let alone his needs. Being a masters student was the road to success, especially in physics, but is hardly paid while you were currently still a candidate and didnt hold that crucial piece of paper. So when he found the ad for an assistant who could work odd hours for a successful retailer, he quickly gathered his resume and wrote the most perfect cover sheet he could, with the perfect ratio of eagerness and kiss-ass that would impress, but not patronize. As he sat in front of the class, watching the nervous undergrads work on their physics midterm, their nervousness reflected his. He was watching the clock, and he knew he would have to make a mad dash out of the class as soon as the test ended. No mercy would be given to those who finish late, something he emphasized multiple times verbally and on the whiteboard. So a nice sigh of relif was given as soon as the first couple students began to turn in their exams. And it was the usual suspects to, the students who always got Bs and Cs finished first, and the ones who took every second usually got Asor failed to pass. Have a nice weekend, Cain, one of his students said, shooting him a smile as she made her way out of the classroom with a bump in her step. Cain nodded and responded in kind, knowing that the students were all eager to have a 3 day weekend. As time rolled on, nearly everyone had turned in their exams. Cain reminded them that he was leaving at the end of class and that no exams would be accepted once he passed through the doorway, the last few begrudgingly turned in their word. Stuffing their exams in a manila envelopes and into his briefcase, he quickly made his way out of the university and into his car. The interview was close, be he was still worried about being late. As he made his way onto the highway, he got a call from his fiance, the lovely Lydia DuPree , an art student he had met while he was an undergrad. They had been engaged for a year now, with their date set in a year and a few months, just shortly after Cain would graduate. He let the call go to voicemail as he pulled up to Sothebys, listening to it as he stepped inside the building. Good luck, honey. I hope you get the job! Just do your best and be yourself, shell want you, Im sue of it! Cain smiled at the message as he set foot in the reception. Telling the lovely woman at the desk that he was here for an interview for job number 54678. Cains eyes widened as he was told to go to the top floor. Why would a top level executive need an assistant? he wondered to himself as he entered the elevator, worried that he was in over his head. There he met Alice, who held out her hand to the doors leading into the office. Cain smiled to her and went to shake her hand. But when she didnt hold out her hand in kind, he just smiled and nodded, opening the door and proceeding inside. Good afternoon, I have an appointment for an interview. My name is Cain Fisher.