I arrived at thepany for my interview at 11 a.m.


    The location was a bit out of the way. It wasn’t in the CBD or downtown area, but more like a suburban office space, only about 20 minutes away from where I lived.


    I’d done some research on thepany. They specialize in lighting development. They had even bid for the lighting project at the amusement park, but unfortunately, they didn’t get selected.


    There had been times when I’d thought of contacting them to troubleshoot the lighting when problems arose.


    These two impressions stuck with me, which is why I paid attention when they posted a job opening, and the position happened to be in marketing-exactly what I was looking for.


    So, of course, I was the first to apply, and, unsurprisingly, I was the first one they hired.


    The office wasn’t exactly anything grand, rented out in a regr building, not even close to the Dolton Group’s skyscraper.


    But thepany was sizable, upying three floors. I took the elevator to the designated floor and made my way to the HR office.


    As soon as I entered, a man greeted me with a smile. “Miss Kemp, here for your interview, right?”


    I nodded with a smile. “That’s me.”


    “Please, take a seat.” He was in his thirties, with a perfectly average face-not particrly handsome, but not unpleasant


    either.


    His friendly smile, however, made him seem approachable and left asting impression.


    A smile really is the greatest kindness in the world.


    “We only scheduled your interview for today,” he continued, which cleared up my confusion. No wonder he knew exactly who I was as soon as I walked in.


    “Nice to meet you.” I reached out my hand. He seemed momentarily taken aback, but he shook my hand and introduced himself.


    “I’m Bryson Skinner, the HR Manager and VP of thepany. I’ve gone through your resume, and it looks excellent. It aligns well with the position we’re hiring for. Now, I’d like to hear about your requirements, Miss Kemp.”


    When we shook hands, I noticed his name tag, so I already knew his position.


    I’d be interviewing for the head of marketing, and it was no surprise that he was the one interviewing me. But the fact that I’d seen him waiting for me as soon as I entered felt a bit too much.


    I assumed they must have been in urgent need of someone like me, so I didn’t dwell on it. I knew he wanted to hear about my requirements, so I stated them directly, “Sry, vacation time, and I’d like to know about thepany’s growth ns. We can discuss the first two, and once those are settled, we can talk about thest one.”


    Like any regr person, I cared about earning enough to live, taking breaks, and knowing my efforts wouldn’t go to waste in apany that might shut down after a few months.


    Bryson set a ss of water in front of me and said, “We’ve seen your resume, and we know you worked as an executive assistant at the Dolton Group. We’re aware of your sry there. We can’t match that here, but we do offer performance-


    based bonuses.”


    I wasn’t surprised by this. Bryson continued, “Your sry would be 10,000 dors a month, with a year-end bonus of 0.3% of the annual performance. Insurance and holiday benefits follow the standard regtions. Is there anything you’d like to ask?”


    I paused for a moment. The sry here was about 25% lower than what I made at the Dolton Group, but I agreed without


    hesitation.


    Thepany was nowhere near the scale of the Dolton Group. If they offered me the same sry, I’d actually think something was off.


    Besides, I was technically an assistant there, even though everyone knew I was the future “bossdy” and the money wasn’t


    the same.


    Now, in thispany, I was just me-making money based on my abilities. That felt fair enough.


    “If you have any other requests, feel free to bring them up,” Bryson said:


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