Arcadia Corporation

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Author's POV:

A man sat at his desk, his posture straight but relaxed, surrounded by the quiet hum of the office. The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated the stack of papers in front of him, their edges slightly curled from the hours of being sifted through. His fingers moved methodically over the keyboard, tapping out responses and clicking through files with practiced ease. The faint rustling of paper was the only sound, aside from the occasional quiet murmur of his voice as he muttered something under his breath, focusing on a difficult task. His brow furrowed slightly, deep in thought, as he adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the light for a brief moment. The air in the room smelled faintly of coffee and fresh ink, a mix of productivity and purpose. He paused every so often to take a slow sip from his mug, his eyes momentarily drifting to the window, where the world outside seemed far away, almost forgotten. But then, with a quiet sigh, he was back to his work, his focus unwavering, as if the office was his world and time moved only for him in that space.

He was quite handsome and looked so simple, innocent. But no one know the face of his behind the mask of simplicity and innocence. No one was aware of his identity behind that facade. It was a mystery. Only few people who know about his true identity are alive.

His focus was disturbed by the knock on the door. He lifted his black colored eyes towards the door and said, "Come in" with his smooth and authoritative voice, with a confident edge that suggested both ambition and control.

When he lifted his deep, inky black eyes, like a twin pool of darkness that seem to hold secrets too vast to be understood, he saw his right-hand man, assistant coming inside the office holding some files.

"Everything ready?" he asked, each word measured, deliberate, as though he had learned to speak with purpose from a young age.

His assistant nodded his head slightly and said, "Yes sir, everyone has arrived for the interviews". Tone polite yet efficient. He glanced at his files, ensuring he hadn't missed any details. "All the candidates are waiting in the lobby, ready to begin whenever you are."

His words were brief, but there was subtle eagerness, a quiet professionalism as he handed over the information, signaling that the next phase of the day was ready to unfold.

The boss looked at the file and instructed him to tell everyone to get ready for the interview.

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Outside the office, the scene was a mix of anticipation and professionalism. The air was crisp, with the soft hum of city traffic in the background, but a quiet energy hung in the atmosphere. A few people stood near the entrance, adjusting their outfits or checking their watches, their expressions a blend of nervousness and determination. Others paced slowly, perhaps rehearsing their answers in their minds or engaging in light conversation, trying to ease the tension.

The building loomed tall above them, its glass windows reflecting the busy world around it, while inside, the clock ticked steadily toward the start of the interviews. The professional attire of the candidates-sharp suits, pressed dresses, polished shoes-added a sense of uniformity, all united in the shared goal of impressing the boss and securing the coveted position.

The atmosphere outside was calm, but there was an undercurrent of quiet competition, each person waiting for their moment to shine.

While the others shifted uncomfortably, glancing at their watches or adjusting their ties, one man stood apart, exuding a calm confidence. He leaned casually against the building, a relaxed smile playing at the corner of his lips. He noticed a woman standing nearby, fidgeting with the strap of her purse, her nerves apparent.

"Hey," he said smoothly, catching her eye. "You know, you look like you're about to take on the world, not sit through a few questions."

She laughed nervously, still tense. "I'm just hoping I don't mess this up."

He tilted his head, his voice low and reassuring. "Don't worry. They're probably more nervous than we are. Plus, you've got this." He offered a wink. "Just pretend it's a chat over coffee, not an interrogation."

She chuckled despite herself, feeling the tension ease a bit. "Thanks," she said, surprised by how easy his calmness made it to breathe again.

"No problem," he replied, his grin widening. "And hey, if you need a distraction during the interview, I'll be right here. Just don't get too distracted by my charm, alright?"

She rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips was genuine now. "I'll try to focus," she said, feeling a little lighter.

The others might have been pacing, but he remained the picture of ease, as if the outcome didn't matter to him at all.

All of this was not unnoticed by the assistant. He went into the office and conveyed this information to the boss. The boss looked at his CV and called him in the office.

The boy tilted his head to the side and said to the girl, "Sorry and welcome beautiful, now you don't have the chance to get this job, and you don't have to be nervous because I am getting this job." With this he smirked and went inside the office.

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word count: 875

date: feb, 2025

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