I shake out the jitters, smoothing out my black dress. After adding a white blazer, I look in the mirror. My hair is pulled into a tight bun, as it usually is now, and I have on minimal makeup. 

"Are you ready for the interview, Elle?" Amy shouts from downstairs. 

"I'll be there in a second!" I respond, grabbing a clutch and some paperwork. 

When I get downstairs, Amy and Jess immediately compliment my outfit. 

"That fits your figure so well!" Jess gushes, tugging at my blazer a bit. I smile, "Thanks, guys. I guess it's about time Amy and I head off, don't you?" 

John offers a sweet grin, "Good luck, Elle. Not that you need it!" 

I laugh, heading out the door. Amy drives us there in a car that is probably worth more than my life. It's an extravagant Lamborghini, equipped with all sorts of interesting features. "How much did this cost?" I wonder aloud, while fastening my seat belt. 

Amy smirks, "John got it for me for our anniversary, and never has told me how much it was. If you can't tell, working for David does pay well." 

"Despite what a terrible human he is." I mumble. 

"That's absolutely correct." She agrees, pulling out. 

Their home isn't far from the workplace, just a couple miles. I know I am guaranteed this job, but for some reason I am still getting jitters. Maybe it's just the reality that I will be looking David in the eyes, after having escaped. 

Or maybe I'm just overreacting. 

Either way, the second I exit the car, my legs begin to shake. Reality seems so far away, until it crushes you without warning. 

"Are you alright, love?" Amy inquires, putting a comforting hand on my arm. 

I nod, taking in a deep breath, "Let's do this." 

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The wait is longer than I expected. Amy had to go do her actual job. Two young adults go before me, each interview lasting about an hour. That does, however, give me time to knock out any last minute nervous ticks. 

By the time an older woman steps out from the office, and calls, "Elle Anderson.", I am feeling a thousand times more confident. I stand up, smooth out my dress, and offer a small smile as I enter the room. 

It takes a second when I walk in. 

There, sitting at the desk, is David himself. 

I bite my tongue to keep from exploding, and pray that my hair isn't steaming right now. I take in a breath of the cool air in the room, and take a seat across from him. 

We share a firm handshake before I hand him my resume. "It's a delight to meet you, Miss. Anderson." 

"You as well, sir." I respond, adjusting a bit in the seat. He quickly glances over the papers, "I was interested in seeing that you are now living with one of our current employees, Amy?" 

I nod, "Yes, she is my aunt. She is really what drew me to this facility." 

"Good to know." He comments, before tapping his pen on his desk, "Now, could you tell me a bit about yourself?" 

I go over in my head, the words I am supposed to say, "Well, I am twenty-two and just graduated college with a degree in human development. I am especially interested in humans with different genetic markers. Such as those that cause mutations and abilities. I've always done well and had a passion for learning about this." 

David seems to smile a bit, "That is fantastic. Now, what do you think are your strengths?" 

"I do believe I am a hard worker, and I'm good at growing. I am also good at learning new things and in the past, have acquired multiple promotions in only months. I have passion for this subject and job and am very cooperative with authority figures and coworkers." 

"And what do you think might be some weaknesses?" 

I twitch my thumbs a bit, "I can be a bit stubborn sometimes, but that can be useful. I also can get a little too into my assignments, but that can be useful in matters such as these."

 "Now, Miss. Anderson, why do you truly think we should hire you here?" David asks, leaning forward. 

I clear my throat, "I know I am a hard worker, and very cooperative for whatever you need me to do. I am very involved in our subject of work and believe I could be a great asset to your facility. I have experience and know that I am the best option." 

After a few more standard questions and discussion, I can finally wipe off my sweaty palms and exit the room, escaping from the tightness in my chest. Being so close to the monster himself took so much self control, not to murder him on the spot. 

My chest let's a breath escape, and I stretch my neck to release the tension. By the time I enter back into the waiting room, Amy is waiting for me. "How did it go kiddo?" She asks. 

My lips curl a bit, "I think it went perfectly."