I grabbed my bag and head out to the elevator.

"What's you're full name. I'll friend you on Facebook." She opened her phone

"Miles Nelson." The elevator doors closed.

...

As we were going up, red lights were flashing above the elevator door indicating the floor that I was going.

My legs were shaking, and I'm sweating like I'm in the Sahara dessert.

The doors opened and the first thing I saw was a long hallway with a door at the end. On my left was a see through glass wall and within it was a conference room.

Step by step I got near to the door. For every moment I was closer it got hard to calm myself. I then placed my hand on the door knob turning it slowly. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what's about to happen.

I opened the door and walked inside the office.

"You're here." He said in a deep voice.

It was him, Wyatt Hughes. The CEO of the largest retailing company and the most well known designer throughout New York.

"Good morning sir. I'm Miles Nelson." I then offered my hand.

"No need for introductions, sit down." He insisted.

I quickly followed his orders,

"What are you here for Mr.Miles." He asked.

"I want to apply being your assistant sir."

"There are over a lot of people that can be my assistant. Maybe someone that can sew, maybe someone that can bring something new, or maybe someone that can do a little bit of both. What makes you special, Mr.Nelson." He looked at me, waiting for the answers to come from my mouth.

I gulped.