Chapter 4.10, Generation 4

Chapter 4.10

Dakota spent over three hours in the library typing her resume using all the notes and advises from Dean and applying for dozens of all different jobs.

She was especially interested in a photographer position in local newspaper. She never thought about it before but when she read the job description she realized that it would be the perfect job for her.

Photography was her passion every since she was old enough to use a camera. It was put aside when she started dating Dylan, but this seems like the perfect time to get back to it.

Now all she could do was wait.

She got a couple of phone calls within the following few days but no good news. She even went to a couple of interviews that ended with the words ‘we’ll call you’ and ‘we’ll be in touch’, but she knew what it meant. She will never hear from them again.

Why would they want an eighteen year old girl with no college degree and no real experience.

It’s been almost a week since she applied for the position in Hillside Daily and she lost hope they would even consider her but then her phone rang.

“Dakota Cooper,” she tried to sound as professional as possible.

“Hello, miss Copper. My name is Clark Walton from Hillside Daily. I’m calling you to schedule an interview for the photographer position you applied for. Are you still looking for a job?”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” it was hard to hide the excitment, “I am free any time. Whatever is convenient for you Mr. Walton.”

“Good. How about Thursday at ten o’clock?”

“Perfect.”

“I will have my assistant email you the address and all necessary information.”

“Thank you! I will be looking forward for meeting you.”

Dakota screamed and jumped out of happiness. Trevor must have heard her because he came running into her room.

“Are you ok?” he was looking around the room, looking for the reason of her scream.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she calmed down, “they just called me from Hillside Daily. I have an interview with them this Thursday.”

Dakota and Trevor didn’t talk much since she found out he is dating Leila. She missed talking to him a lot but for some reason she couldn’t get over it.

“Oh…I thought someone’s murdering you here.”

Dakota laughed. She will have to give him another chance. They live in the same house plus she has no right to be mad at him.

“So, how are things with Leila?” Dakota asked.

“Alright. She’s working tonight.”

“I see. How long have you guys been dating?”

“Few months.”

“Cool.”

“Does it bother you or something? I’ve noticed you’re keeping your distance since you found out.”

“It doesn’t bother me that you are dating. It bothers me that you didn’t tell me. I though we were friends.”

“We are friends. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry.”

She was happy they cleared the air. She needed to focus on her interview, she didn’t need this kind of drama in her life right now. Leila was annoying but she had to accept that she will be seeing her around.

Dakota arrived to the address half an hour earlier, giving herself some extra time, just in case she has a hard time finding it.

She stood in front of the building for a little while, imagining herself working there, coming here every day. She wanted this so much.

She saw a receptionist right when she got out of the elevator on the fifth floor, just like it said in the instruction sent by Mr. Walton’s assistant.

This must be her.

“Good morning,” she stepped closer to her desk, “my name is Dakota Cooper, I have an interview with Mr. Walton at ten o’clock.”

“Yes. Nice to meet you. Mr. Walton is ready for you. Follow me.”

The receptionist got up from her seat and lead Dakota through the open office space, pass the conference room, into the corner office.

She gently knocked on the glass door, “Mr. Walton? Miss Cooper is here.”

“Great. You can let her in, Clarissa. Thank you.”

Dakota was nervous. What did she have to offer to a company like this?

The older man with glasses got up and came to greet Dakota.

“Miss Cooper. Come on in. It’s nice to meet you,” he said in a friendly voice.

“Hello. You too, Mr. Walton. Thank you for considering me.”

Dean prepared Dakota for the interview. Taught her the right words to use and how to behave.

“Of course. Take a seat,” the man offered her a chair and he himself took a seat behind his desk, “I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding us.”

“No I didn’t. The instructions your assistant sent me were very helpful.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he took a deep breath, “so let’s start. Tell me about yourself.”

Dakota told him about her move from Sierra to Hillside but she left out the reason why she had to do so so suddenly. She felt very relaxed and spoke openly.

He told her everything about the position and asked her a few questions about photography.

Before she knew it the interview was coming to an end and she had a good feeling about it.

“Well, miss Cooper. You don’t have a lot of experience but I think it could be a good thing. We can mold you. We can teach you everything you need to know. There is something about you,” he paused and put his hands on the table in front of him, “the job is yours if you’re interested.”

Dakota’s eyes widened, “are you serious? Just like that?”

“Just like that,” he laughed at her silliness.

“Thank you so much. I don’t know what to say. Of course I want the job.”

“Great. I’ll have HR start the paperwork and Clarissa will send you all the details. I will see you on Monday.”

She’s never been so happy. All she wanted to do was run home and tell her roommates the great news. She was very grateful to Dean for helping her with her resume and preparing her for her big interview.

She ran through the front door like a hurricane and found Trevor drinking coffee in the kitchen, enjoying his day off.

“I got the job,” she said in a high pitch voice.

“Oh my God, that’s amazing,” Trevor jumped up and ran over to her to give her a hug.

The hug was tight and long. Not a regular, friendly hug. It was more, the chemistry was undeniable.

Dakota slowly pulled away and pulled her jacket down awkwardly.

“Congratulations,” Trevor said and cleared his throat, pretending like nothing happened.

The truth was, they both felt it…

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