The Management cheered.
The Staff cheered.
Eric blinked, clutching the file in his hand, close to his chest, wondering what on earth was going on here. Smiles, some genuine and most of them fake blinded his sight.
He cleared his throat.
“This way, Sir” an older man dressed in an immaculately pressed suit waved his hand, indicating the glass fortress of an office in front of them.
Nervously Eric took a deep breath to calm his rapidly beating heart and inconspicuously wiped his sweaty hands on the suit that he wore, a suit that he had borrowed.
Okay, they were just a bunch of very warm people. Maybe they welcomed all the potential employees this way. ‘Or maybe they are just luring you somewhere to kill you and do god knows what’ a voice whispered slyly in his head.
Pessimistic voice! The joy he had experienced when he got the call that he was shortlisted for an interview to work in this prestigious company slowly dissipated.
The mahogany door to the glass fortress swung open.
Eric’s jaw and the file held in his hand dropped to the floor.
The man in front of him gave a knowing smile. A smile, a face, just like his. A carbon copy. A photocopy. A…
“Good morning, Eric. Take a seat. We have a lot to discuss.”