The Professional Novels & Stories

She knew she was staring, but there was no denying the fact that she couldn't stop, and judging by how many pairs of eyes had locked onto the professor at once, he probably thought so as well. The man standing in front of the doors was a sight to behold, with dark wavy hair and sharp, piercing eyes framed by a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, he had an intimidating air around him and it wasn't because of his muscular stature or the way his stubbled jaw ticked ever so slightly as he scanned the room, but the fact that he was currently wearing a black suit jacket with a white dress shirt underneath it, tie neatly knotted around his neck, and a pair of khakis over polished loafers. He looked like

“I’d follow up politely, offering new insights or proposals to catch their attention. If they still didn’t respond after a reasonable period, I’d move on and keep the door open for future contact.” “Last question,” the woman said. “What does professionalism mean to you?” Lucille thought for a second. “It means doing the right thing, even when no one is watching. It means being respectful, reliable, and prepared. It also means knowing how to represent your company with pride and integrity.” There was silence. Then the first man stood. “Thank you, Lucille. That will be all for today. We’ll get back to you soon.” She stood and shook their hands. “Thank you for the opportunity.”

Matheo explains. "I see, starting the family as a professional, I have a good counsellor I can recommend, heck I'll even call him for you and ask for an appointment later today," he says excitedly, ever since Mathéo got his little girl, he became happier, a happier employee means a better life for him.