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there. Use this card.” The woman extended
a plastic key-card, and Gabrielle took it, smiling with relief and
thanking the receptionist before she began to make her way to the
elevator that she had pointed to.
     
    When Gabrielle stepped into the elevator, she
saw that the floors were labeled slightly differently from those on
the elevator she had used previously. She saw the button for the
topmost floor, much higher than the one she had reached before, and
selected it. A recording announced that she needed to present her
credentials for access to the private floor, and Gabrielle inserted
the key card into the slot that she found after a moment, to the
side of the button for the floor she had selected. The elevator
chimed and released the card back to her and Gabrielle tucked it
into the small purse she was carrying, and put the purse into her
portfolio case. The elevator made a smooth ascent, the sound of its
systems whisper-quiet, and Gabrielle felt her sense of nervousness
and excitement growing as the display over the doors moved through
floor numbers quickly. She quickly ran through a few interview
questions in her mind, preparing herself mentally.
     
    Gabrielle had thought that she would arrive
to a private lobby, with another receptionist waiting and guarding
the CEO. When the elevator pinged and the doors opened, she found a
huge office with no receptionist in sight. Gabrielle told herself
that it made sense, ultimately; the card was security enough
against someone unwanted coming up. Only people who had managed to
get through the main receptionist would be able to take the
elevator to the office. Gabrielle stepped out, looking around in
mild confusion; the elevator itself opened onto a sitting area with
no desk, only a few couches and chairs, a low coffee table and a
few potted plants adding a quiet professionalism to the grouping.
Walking around a slight corner, Gabrielle saw that the office
extended behind the elevator; Edwards was seated at his desk, his
attention on some documents he was reading with a pen out.
Gabrielle stepped across the floor, her steps muffled against the
carpeting. She wondered if she should clear her throat or otherwise
announce herself—and would have done so, when Edwards glanced
up.
     
    “Ah, Gabrielle,” he said, smiling slightly.
He extended a hand, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk.
“Please have a seat. I apologize for not being ready for you just
yet—I’m caught up in a contract that needs to be taken care of by
the end of the day.” Gabrielle sat down, laying her portfolio case
aside and watching as the handsome man in front of her briefly
turned his attention back to the documents on his desk, making a
few marks on them before setting them aside.
     
    She was almost uncomfortable by the intense
gaze that he turned on her, sitting back in his seat for a long
moment, looking completely at ease. “I assume that you’ve brought a
portfolio and resume for me to look over,” he said quietly, raising
one eyebrow slightly. Gabrielle nodded, opening her case and taking
out the required pieces. She took a surreptitious deep breath as
she handed them over to Edwards, who put the resume aside at first
and instead looked through the portfolio. He flipped through the
pages of her design work, moving back and forth, pausing for a few
heartbeats before continuing. It was a careful perusal of her
portfolio, and if nothing else, Gabrielle was gratified by that
alone. Next he looked at her resume, peering at it for several long
moments as Gabrielle fought against the urge to talk or to
fidget.
     
    Finally, Edwards looked at her once more,
putting her resume aside and folding his hands on the desk. “Tell
me why it is that you want to work for Edwards Industrials,” he
said simply, his gaze intent on her face. Gabrielle had prepared an
answer to the question, but for an instant—a heartbeat—her mind was
blank. She recovered in the very next instant however, and