When I stepped into the warm and cozy coffeehouse, the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee immediately filled my nostrils, overwhelming my senses. The inviting yet bitter smell, coupled with the low chatter of customers, created a soothing atmosphere that instantly calmed my nerves. I could not resist ordering a hot chocolate with marshmallows and cream, my go-to drink for comfort and relaxation. I savored each sip as I chatted with my father over the phone, the sound of his voice blending seamlessly with the ambiance of the coffeehouse.

“Sweetheart! I really hope that Liberty Company exceeds all of your expectations. I know you have been eagerly awaiting an opportunity like this and I cannot wait to see you thrive!" My father's voice brimmed with enthusiasm as he spoke through the phone. 

Coming September, I start my second year of college, where I will continue my studies in artist and project development. The curriculum was designed to equip me with the skills and knowledge needed to cultivate and coordinating artists while also delving into the world of project ideation and brand creation. Therefore, I was determined to secure the summer job that I will be interviewing for. It will provide me with valuable insights into the business. I did not want to make any mistakes and jeopardise my chances. 

"Papa, I am only able to stay in Bridgeport for the summer, but only on the condition that I secure the job. Do you remember our conversation about this?"

“Who would have the audacity to reject you, my child?" He said with a reassuring tone.

I traced my index finger delicately around the rim of the cup, my thoughts were consumed with uncertainty. I felt a sense of nervousness wash over me. Liberty, Bridgeport's most prestigious event company, was far beyond my level of expertise. With my only work experience being in my papa's small pastry shop, I knew I was out of my league even being considered for an interview. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was the opportunity I had been searching for.

"Hurry up or you will  be late for your interview." 

"Sure, Papa," I replied, "I love you. Let's chat later." I placed the phone gently on the table, my hands trembling.