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Tall intimidating building towers over Vincent. He wasn't a scrawny fellow, no not really just simple like any normal man in the early 40s.
He walked in & waited for his meeting with the network’s boss for a position as a weather man. Oh how he hoped & prayed he would get the job, he’d always wanna be on tv. Since he was a boy he’s loved the idea of being famous & the thought of being praised for his hard work that he’d worked so hard to-
“Vincent Whittman!” the receptionist called, knocking him out of his thought state. He jumped out of his seat, nearly forgetting his bag he had brought with him for the interview as he ran to the elevator. He pressed the button to the 7th floor where the office was. He dabbed his forehead with his tie, a bit nervous as he watched the elevator arrow pass by the different numbers.
Once the little bell rang he opened the elevator gate door & made his way to the office of the man who ran the network. He took a deep breath & knocked on the door before walking in.
“Hello sir, I'm Vincent Whitman. I'm here for the interview for the studio page position.” he introduced himself. “Please have a seat, Mr. Whitman; & please call me mr. oscars” the president of the news said. Vincent took a seat as told & began to tell Mr. Oscars about wanting the job & how he’d be good for it.
Vincent smiled as Mr. Oscars read the resume paper he had spent hours trying to perfect.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to add something the door opened & a girl walked in with a binder & a coffee in hand. The girl has on a black skirt with a blue button up & white stockings with a pair of black ballet flats; slightly wavy hazelnut brown hair that had a clip with some fluffy stuff on it making it look like a cloud that was placed off to the side. She had a white name tag with gold trim on it that read ‘ evalyn. Assistant supervisor manager ‘. she had dark brown eyes that matched her blue eye shadow & a nose that pointed up slightly. She had soft pink lipstick with rosey red blush on & small amounts of freckles that starred across her face like a meteor shower.
Ms. evalyn set the coffee down on the desk in front of Mr. Oscars before glancing at Vincent.
“Thanks evy,” mr. Oscars said as he gently kissed her cheek. “This is Vincent Whitman. He's here for an interview for the studio page position. Bright young man.” Evalyn paid little attention to Vincent, he was just another possible employee, nothing special really.
She glances at him with an annoyed look in her eyes as walked out. Her eyes sparkled in the hallway light that filled the room when the door was open. That stare could make a dead man spring back to life.
Vincent looked back at Mr. Oscars with the giddy smile he’d seem to have been defaulted with since he walked in. “She’s second in command?” he asked softly. Mr. Oscar chuckled hardily, “yes she’s like the second boss pretty much; very helpful, honestly.”
Vincent just nodded & kept his smile.
“So.. Whitman, tell me about yourself,” Mr. Oscars asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Well I’m currently attending a small community college as I work at a newspaper shop as an editor,” Vincent explains happily. As they spoke more about Vincent, Mr. Oscar found himself really taking a liking to him which gave Vincent hope he’d be more likely to get the job.
“Welp, it's been nice meeting you, mr. Whitman,” Mr. Oscar said, holding out his hand. Vincent happily took it, “you too sir.” “I'll be in touch, keep an eye on your phone,” Mr. Oscar chuckled.
Vincent went on his way home, eager about his possible new job.