I went inside and got to the counter where a short haired brunette girl greeted me.

"Good afternoon sir, how can I help you today."

"I'm here for an interview with with Mr.Hughes." My stomach then grumbled.

"Sure," She nodded. Let me just check. Can you please give me your name."

"Yeah it's," I put my hands on my stomach aching more than before. "It hurts so bad."

"Is everything all right sir, I can call paramedics if it's serious." She grabbed the phone looking worried.

"No it's all right. I just didn't eat this morning and lunch. It's fine, nothing to worry about." I insisted

"Well if that's the case, there's a donut shop at the end of the hallway." She pointed.

"Thanks, before I leave. Can you search up my name. It's Miles Nelson."

She typed on the computer to look up my name.

"Your meeting with Mr.Hughes is at 2pm."

I looked at the clock on the counter showing that it's 12:52. An hour more before my interview.

"Great, thanks for the help." I ran towards the donut shop.

When I got there, the smell of fresh baked dough filled the air. And the interior of the shop was very simplistic. The walls are made of bricks with plants hanging out of it. There is also a view of the busy streets of New York. 

I was at the back of a blonde girl near the counter taking her order.

"Oh no." the girl in front of me searched her bag.

"Ma'am, you're still missing 3 dollars."

"Yeah, I know just. I didn't bring enough money today." She removed the sweat from her forehead.

I placed 3 dollars on the counter.

"I'll handle it." I nodded