Chapter 12
2:00 PM.
"Crap! The interview!" he yelled, bolting down the hallway like a sprinter at the Olympics. His bag bounced against his back, sketchbook tucked under one arm, and thoughts flying faster than his feet.
The interview for the male servicing job—he had forgotten completely. It wasn't even a walk-in place. They'd been clear in their mail: "Be punctual. We don't reschedule." after he had sent his nudes and fully got accepted.
He dashed out of the security gate, climbing on his motorcycle, helmets worn already.
He was about turning the engines on when a black Lamborghini pulled up in front of him, its tinted window glass automatically rolling down. He peeked in to find a lady, one looking in her mid fifties in the driving seat.
"Mr. Yuki Mori?"
"Yes ma'am? How did you---?"
"Get in the car. I was asked to pick you up. Here's my business card." She shoved her hand into her pocket and took out a purple velvet card and handed it over to Yuki. Yuki stared at it, reading through it.
It was an invitation to an event held by Tokyo life, the email address found on the job flier. "I—I thought I was supposed to go to the office for my interview..." Yuki stammered, still trying to grasp the situation.
She smiled faintly, her lips curling into a polite, almost robotic curve. "This is the interview. They prefer to assess their candidates in... a more personal environment."
Yuki hesitated, glancing at his motorcycle, then back at the sleek Lamborghini. His mind raced, but his gut told him this wasn't a scam. The company had been clear about how exclusive this was, and judging by the woman's composure, she wasn't here to waste his time.