The sweet aroma inside the coffeehouse took over my senses. The bitter yet inviting smell and low chatter filled the atmosphere. Nothing settled my nerves like hot chocolate with marshmallows and cream, which is what I was enjoying as I sat there, chatting with my dad over the phone.
"I hope Liberty Company lives up to your expectations, baby girl. You've been looking forward to an opportunity like this!"
Coming September, I would begin my second year of college, where I was studying artist and project development. The course load concentrated on discovering, managing artists, creating project ideas, and brand developing. But for now, I wanted this job to help give me perspective about the business. I didn't want to mess it up.
"But I only get to stay in Bridgeport for the summer—and only if I get the job. Remember?"
"Come on now. Who would ever turn you down?"
I traced my index finger around the rim of the cup. Liberty was Bridgeport's most prestigious event company, and my only work experience was in my papa's pastry shop. I knew I was out of my league interviewing for the job. Even so... I felt this job would take me one step closer to what I'd been looking for.
"You get going or you'll miss your interview."
"Okay, Papa," I said, and set the phone down as my hand shook.
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