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my college
backpack at the library so I could maintain a higher degree of
professionalism, but I still had my purse. With my resume and my
purse, and what I hoped was an appropriately suitable outfit for a
place with this amount of prestige, I approached the lobby
desk.
    I'd never entered Landseer Tower
before. It was near the library, barely a few blocks away, but I
rarely went this way to go anywhere. I knew it was nice, but I
never realized exactly how nice it was. On my way to the front
secretary's desk, I caught myself ogling the fountain. They had a
fountain! In the lobby? Really?
    Were there fish in it? I saw a glisten
of copper, so I assumed people tossed pennies in it for good luck.
I wondered if I had a penny, because I thought I definitely needed
some luck right about now.
    The lobby secretary stared at me while
I ignored her and stared at the fountain.
    "Can I help you?" she asked, her
stringent tone bringing me back to the situation at
hand.
    I shifted on my feet and collected my
bearings. "Yes," I said, sounding more confident than I felt. "I'm
here to apply for a position within the company."
    The woman nodded at me. "Do you have
an appointment?"
    "Um." What had the website mentioned
again? I should've practiced for this, but in my rush to talk to
Lucent, I hadn't fully prepared. I wanted to think I had, but
seeing as I didn't know what to say right now, I must not
have.
    "Yes?" she asked.
    "I think the notice on the website
mentioned to request an appointment here," I said. "I don't
remember exactly, but I can tell you what position it is, and
what..."
    "Personal assistant for Lucent
Storme," she said, interrupting me.
    "Er, yes, actually. That's it. How did
you know?"
    "That's the only position where it
says to request an appointment in person," she said. "It's also the
only position that we aren't accepting appointments
for."
    I blinked at her. "What?"
    "Is that your resume? I can give it to
the HR manager and see if he can find another spot for you, but the
Storme position isn't currently accepting."
    "What do you mean?" I asked. "I saw it
on the website."
    I definitely saw it! I saw it more
than once, actually. I checked this morning, and then during one of
my breaks in between classes, and I'd called Vanessa on my way to
the library to ask her to check it again. It was there, and I knew
it, and why was this woman telling me it wasn't?
    She nodded as if this happened a lot.
"It's sort of a business thing," she said. "I don't know the
specifics. I'm just like you, kind of, you know? But there's been a
lot of applicants for that position and it never works out. Usually
everyone interviews with a hiring manager beforehand, but for the
personal assistant job with Mr. Storme, he's in direct control of
the hiring process, and he's given strict orders to turn everyone
away."
    "Why's the position even on the
website then?" I snapped. Was this some ploy of hers? Was she
competition? Did she want Lucent for herself? I stared at her,
scrutinizing her, but she didn't look at all like what I imagined a
jealous, spiteful woman would look like. Granted, I hadn't ever met
a jealous, spiteful woman, but I thought I'd know one when I saw
her.
    She balked and fidgeted with a pen on
her desk. "It's something about corporate policies. Every higher up
is supposed to have an assistant to help with their tasks, except
they're in charge of hiring their own, right? So the position is
open and stays like that because Mr. Storme doesn't have an
assistant, but he refuses to hire one, too. Kind of weird, huh? To
be honest, you wouldn't want to work for him, anyways. He's a bit
off, if you know what I mean."
    "I'm applying for this position," I
said, gritting my teeth. My cheeks burned red with anger and I was
on the verge of tears, but I didn't care anymore. Some random woman
sitting behind a desk at a fancy tower wasn't going to stop me from
doing what I needed to do. She just wasn't.
    "I can see if someone can fit you in
for another