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My heart hammered against my ribs. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a large leather swivel chair was turned away from me. The man in it was on a black telephone. “Okay, I’ll call you later. Bye,” he said, hanging up. That voice... it sounded horribly familiar. I ignored the chill down my spine and stepped forward. “Good morning, Sir. I apologize for the delay. I am Amara Ellyze Marquez, applying for the Junior Software Developer position.” I placed my muddied resume on the glass desk.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I opened it, expecting a formal termination notice. Subject: Reinstatement of Position - Seraphina Ashford Dear Miss Ashford, after a thorough internal review of the recent administrative incident, we are pleased to inform you that your suspension has been lifted, effective immediately. Your contributions to the Anderson project have been re-evaluated, and we value your continued commitment to the firm. Please report to your desk at 9:00 AM today. All records of the previous dispute have been expunged.

Small mercies. I’d taken the subway here straight from the temp agency on 43rd third visit this month, third polite smile from the woman behind the desk, third stack of data entry positions I was technically capable of but practically invisible without a degree or an employment history that didn’t read like a five year gap with a single name filling it. Julian Holloway. Personal assistant. Informal. That was what my resume looked like at twenty six. A life poured into someone else’s story with nothing official to show for it.

Grace said. "Hello Good morning, am I speaking to Grace Stuart." Female voice asked. "Yes" She replied. "Your resume has been selected... You can come for the interview on Saturday. We couldn't reach to you through your email so I had to call... Please, submit your information again so we can contact you through email..." She informed. Grace smiled. "It got selected?" "Yes, our team is quite impressed with your resume, that's why we are calling you personally..." She said. "Thank you so much... I am sorry for the inconvenience, i will submit the information again..."

the woman greeted. "Yes. I'm Diana. How are you?" Diana greeted in return. "I'm doing great! How is your day going?" The other asked, friendly. "Good. Good. Umm-- I have just sent out my resume.." Diana started tentatively. "Oh! Yes" The other chuckled. "I'm actually calling to inform you that you can start as soon as possible, tomorrow if you are available." Diana was dumbstruck. She had just sent resume. 'They weren't even able to check it yet, right?' How could her Professor's name be that powerful that she will get hired within an hour of sending her resume?

I began typing, each word feeling like a step towards reclaiming my life. Resignation Letter: To Whom It May Concern: It is with mixed emotions that I submit my resignation, effective two weeks from today. I have appreciated the opportunities for professional and personal development that this role has provided me over the past months. However, due to recent changes in my personal circumstances, I have decided that it is in my best interest to move on and pursue other opportunities. I am committed to ensuring a smooth transition and will do my best to complete any pending tasks during my notice period.

Seemingly having noticed her anxiety. Zayden looked at Alice, and asked, “Did you graduate from Delight High School?” “No… Not really. I am a dropout.” Alice composed herself and replied. Alice claimed that she had graduated from Delight High School in her resume so that she could make it to the interview stage. She needed this job very much, so she used this method to come for the interview. The other interviewer was surprised. “You mean that your resume is fake?”

The building was quiet, the hum of my laptop the only sound. I pulled up her file. Isabella Evans. Her resume was perfect—too perfect. I zoomed in on the P*F version of her resume, eyes scanning line by line. Everything was pristine—no typos, perfect formatting. Too perfect. Then something caught my eye. In the certification section, one of the references listed a university ID code. I copied it into the registry database to confirm. > “No match found. Please check the code and try again.” Weird.

Kevan skimmed through all the information. He placed the stack of documents down. He picked up the phone on his office desk. "Check and see if any department in the company received a resume from a man named Andrew Hardy." He received a reply soon after, "Farnworth Finances received his resume." Farnworth Finances was a financial service company under Microworks Corporation. Since Andrew was a finance graduate, it was understandable that he sent his resume there. Kevan tapped on the desk lightly with his index and pondered for a moment. "Notify him to come in for work as soon as possible."

I read the message twice to make sure I’m not imagining things. Dear Ms. Adams, Congratulations. You’ve been selected for the position of a personal assistant in Nexus Global International. We would love you to resume work starting from tomorrow at 7;45 am. Be informed that you are to be early in order for us to guide you through the process. Once again, congratulations and we are happy to have you here with us. Take care.