“Caroline
Forbes from Q & S Journ. I have a memo coming from my boss that says I am
an intern. Do you need the memorandum as proof?” I asked.
A
journalism workshop is held at a convention center in the city. Marcel insisted
that I attend to have me all prepped for the interview with the Mikaelson's.
But honestly, I don't know how I feel about the upcoming interview.
The lady
behind the desk shook her head, “No, Ma'am. I see your name on the list. Here
is your membership I.D. and please find a seat. The seminar will be starting
soon. Mr. Gerard always have a few seats reserved up the front and from the
lack of attendees, I predict some to be empty now. Would you need me to escort
you?”
Handing
me the I.D. with my name, she smiles. I gave her a nod, “Yes please. I’m not
familiar with the place.”
She
giggles, getting up from her seat and leading the way. “It’s natural for you to
feel that way. Mr. Gerard never briefs his interns in times like this. There
are actually a couple of men from your company, who
have signed in for the day. You could start getting acquainted with them.”
I
followed from behind her. There was an immense number of journalists present.
Some looking very professional, but there were a few that looked as clueless as
I do. The lady from the desk halted and said, “These are Mr. Gerard’s
reservations,” gesturing to four rows of chairs, three of which were filled.
She smiles, “You may sit anywhere you please.”
