Just A Dream

The air in the interview room felt thick with anticipation. Kiera Malik, a final-year college student, took a steadying breath. She adjusted her blazer, a silent vow of self-reliance echoing in her mind—a promise to her friend Gia, who had implied her family connections were her only advantage.

"Good afternoon," Kiera said, taking a seat before the panel, her voice confident despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach.

She had made it to the interview round for a position at Cerulean, a highly reputable company. This was her chance to prove she could succeed on her own, without her father's influence.

The questions came, standard and probing, and Kiera answered them with practiced ease, emphasizing her eagerness to learn and contribute. The panel seemed impressed.

"Thank you Miss Malik. You will get an official confirmation but you are selected. Welcome to Cerulean."

Kiera's heart soared. It had been easier than she expected. A small, triumphant smile touched her lips. She had done it. On her own.