Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

EMMA’s POV : 

----- THREE MONTHS AGO - - - - -

 "You're gonna do great,"

Elliott said as he took my shaking hands.

"You got this, E,"

Tristan gave me a reassuring smile.

Elliott, Tristan, and I were standing in front of the massive structure that was the Hudson Yards in New York City.

It was a very special day today, I was having my first ever job interview in the famous New York Magazine.

I was absolutely over the moon when I got the call for an interview.

Sophie, Tristan, Elliott, and I were having dinner together at a restaurant when I got the news.

They were excited for me too.

So much so, that Tristan offered to drive me to the city for the interview.

Sophie had a meeting with her professor today, so she couldn't come.

But she promised that she would be waiting at home with pizza and champagne.

We were gonna celebrate this moment no matter what, because whatever happens, at least I got to tell people that I was getting interviewed by David Haskell, one of the greatest editors of all time.

This was pretty much my dream job.

If I ace this interview, I could be the next editorial assistant to David Haskell or to the other great editors that worked in the magazine.

I would be living in New York City right after graduation, working at one of the greatest publishing companies in the world.

I mean, what else could be better than that? "Oh God, I'm so nervous, I think I’m gonna hurl,"

I was taking deep breaths and trying my best not to hyperventilate.

"Just go in there and be yourself.You don’t have to worry about anything,"Elliott said.

"Yeah, they'll be crazy not to hire someone like you,"

Tristan agreed.

I still didn’t feel ready, but there was no more time to waste.

I nodded at them, took another deep breath, and curled my hands into fists.

With confidence as strong as the croissant I ate this morning, I turned to my heels and climbed the stairs towards the entrance.

"Here goes nothing,"I mumbled to myself.

Walking into the grand lobby of the building, I suddenly felt so self-aware that my heels were too loud.

Slowly, I made my way to the receptionist and told her I was here for the interview.

She directed me to the waiting room area and told me to wait there.

There were several other people waiting alongside me.

There was a guy who kept twitching and fixing his glasses every ten seconds.

And there was a girl with a severe case of the hiccups.

I waited for about twenty minutes before they finally called me in and said David Haskell was ready to see me.

I saw a glimpse of the room where the interview was taking place and I gulped instinctively.

I saw David Haskell sitting there, alongside two other people who I assumed were other senior editors in the magazine.

"No matter what happens, I’m here for the experience,"

I repeated the sentence like a mantra as I stood up.

"I'm proud of you even for just going in here and trying,"

The lady that escorted me into the room probably thought I was weird, talking to myself like this.

Excuse me, but I had never been so nervous in my life before.

This interview was gonna determine my future for the next, I don’t know how many years.

And with that thought in mind, I took a deep breath and stepped into David Haskell’s office.

"So? How'd it go?"

and expectations as they saw me

every move as I

tall high heels today, as I wanted to

walked too fast, however, I might just

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

stop the smile forming on my

so scared and intimidated at first, but David Haskell is such a great person.He’s

glad it

you could

soon as I was an

me on the cheek and smiled

while, what did you guys talk

Tristan asked.

to work for a newspaper

the journalistic

on lifestyle, culture, politics, and the world of arts in New

The New York Times or

minutes for

hiccups, but anyway, I went in after them and we did the typical introductory stuff like where you're from, et

about my school, the dean of my department which happened to be great friends with him,

took a look at m resume again, saw some of my portfolio, and then he asked me if I was willing to

you're hired’,

"Wow, that sure does,"

in touch within

I continued.

pretty much

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

don’t wanna get my hopes up, but I sure

yelped with my fingers crossed and my eyes

a great opportunity for me, or for anyone,

after college and in a place like the New York Magazine,

news, right? We

you have in mind?"I

to kill, maybe

I know a great sushi place not too far from

Tristan said.

eaten all day because

and motioned for Tristan to lead

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

paying for lunch, E.You’re gonna be

salary woman brought

flights of stairs every morning with a cup of Starbucks coffee in my hand, going into

Emma! "Fine.Get whatever you want, lunch is on

"Yes!"

hands

at this place called Sushi Seki in

in mid May, so we decided to take advantage of the nice weather

right about the place, it was probably the best sushi I’ve had

finished lunch, we decided to take a walk around Central

heels were not made for

how butt looks with them heels on, and plus, I had Elliott and Tristan with me so I was

Tristan and Elliott, my left arm was linked around Elliott's waist and my

is New

wonder as he took in all the

were tall, the trees were green and full, the flowers were blooming, people were out enjoying the

in Philly for almost a year and you never visited New York City.It’s only a one

Tristan said.

saying, "I guess

nervous laugh escaped my

to come visit, there

my fiancée kissed another girl and

was traumatic, to

haven't we come

Elliott muttered casually.

know...I was

to the side to avoid eye contact with Elliott, but

his face said it

knew exactly why I never wanted to come to the

like we were

about lan, didn’t you?" he asked with

say a word!"

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