The Interview Book Donna Alam Novels & Stories

“One last thing—would you consider letting me interview you? For my university project?” Damon’s gaze lifted. “Interview me?” I nodded, pulse quickening. “It’s for a feature assignment. I’ve got a month, but I’d love to profile someone unexpected. You’re… well, no one really knows much about you. You’re successful, powerful, incredibly private—and I think that kind of story would stand out.” He studied me carefully, silent for a moment. “If you’re willing to do a few extra hours tonight, I’ll give you your interview.”

Based on Emily's requirements, they quickly shortlisted over thirty properties, offering VR viewings before visiting the actual locations. Seeing a familiar one on the list, Emily was interested and decided to call Donna. Donna answered promptly. Emily asked Donna, "Isn't today your final round of interviews? How did it go? Any good news?" Donna's languid voice came through, "Don't even mention it. Someone called in sick and couldn't attend the interview, so it got canceled. Can you believe it? What kind of pull does that person have?" Emily chuckled, "How would I know?"

How dare she lied to me! She isn't even Flora Mana, and she even yelled at me! On what ground for her to do this? "Ask her to go to my office," I say, grunting angrily. Alva Waston, who knows me well, would realize that I am very mad right now. An hour later, Abbi Miller happily arrives at the office. I sit in the interview room with my back to her and hear her respectful voice. "Hi, I'm Abbi Miller, and I'm happy to be interviewing with your company."

But then I shake my head; there's no way a grump like him who waves his wealth around like a weapon would be a genuinely decent person. He pulls out a pair of sunglasses from his coat pocket and heads toward the elevator. He’s suddenly being incredibly nonchalant. For some reason, I feel humiliated. I am also more nervous than I was before. If executives in this building were like this, just how scary would the boss be? I take a deep breath and halt before the receptionist, a classy woman with a cheerful smile. “Hello, I am Varisa Romero, here for my interview with Alistair Whitlock. "Welcome. Do you prefer Miss or Ms?" she asks.

I guess this it. A full hour passed and it was finally my turn. "Name, please?" The woman, who is supposed to be my interviewer asked. This is it. I took a deep breath. Looking straight at the camera, I spoke. "Danika. Danika Solaris." I answered. The woman smiled. She seemed genuine and kind, unlike the women in my pack who pretended like I didn't exist. "Danika, this is only a screening. Hundreds have been interviewed but only ten will be chosen as final candidates for the Luna Trials. I will ask you a couple of questions about yourself, then we will proceed to the final question."

Slowly, Amelia approached her, her heart palpitating. “Hello, I’m here to interview for the position of a Chief Financial Officer,” Her words disrupted the woman and she glanced at her. “Hello, good morning and welcome to our company. What’s your name?” The woman responded with a practiced smile. “Amelia Ross,” “Hold on a minute,” she typed some words into her computer and a wide smile stretched her lips. “Alright, come with me,” the woman rose to her feet and rounded the table to meet Amelia. “I hope you’re ready? The interview starts immediately as the boss has directed that all interviewed that come early would be attended to,”

This was where I came in. Although I wasn't part of the case, it was my job to set up the interview rooms, ensure recording equipment, and organise the translator. I felt like a glorified office worker just because I was good with technical equipment. The only thing worthwhile about today was that I could ring Aláine and get her here. Then I could ask her out again. One day she'll say yes. "Morning, Aláine speaking." "Hey Aláine, it is officer Samson. How are you today?" I asked.

"Thank you so very much for taking the time to meet with me. I'll let you know what we decide within a few days." I reminded myself that this was just a great example of why interviews were necessary. Becky and Samantha had both appeared perfect on paper. I sighed, wondering what else the day had in store for me. The next two prospects were fine. Both were career nannies in their mid-thirties, and both seemed professional and dedicated. The only trouble was, they were nearly interchangeable. Nothing about either of those nannies, as nice as they were, stood out to me at all. I was starting to wonder if the entire day had been a waste of time when the doorbell rang again. It was my fifth and

Joel said enthusiastically. "What?!? It is perfect. But when is the interview. Tell me more" Alissa said. "Umm... tomorrow you can go for the interview. It will start from 8:00 am to 11:45 am" Alissa nodded, giving her full attention. "I will fill your information in this. Okay" He said and she again nodded. After a little while, collecting more information, she went home. Just praying that she will get the job, and maybe her life will again come on the correct track.

“A big thank you to Mr Armani for accepting our interview and I’ll like to thank all our amazing viewers for tuning in. Carlotta Baroncini, KBC TV station, thanks for watching.” The interview ended. “Alora, look.” Alma let out, excitedly as she showed me her phone. “The internet is blowing up already, people are finding it hard to believe that Don Lorenzo is chasing after a woman, majority of them think it’s a lie. But why would he lie though? I personally don’t know what to think but if it’s true, she’s just being stupid. And did you hear him say he wants to submit to a woman, he wants her to bring him to his knees, if a man says something like that to me, I’d faint…I…”