The Interview - Story part 1/4

Hi everyone! I'm finally back here - apologies for not being able to post in most of October and throughout November! (I really resent this; I promise I'll try to post more often than once in two months)
Anyhow, here's an excerpt from a story I have been working on for a while... I had intended to post the entire story in one post but because a major part of it needs to be written, typed, and edited, I decided to post it here in parts. Unfortunately this isn't too long :/ - only 493 words - but I'll try my best to post the sequel excerpt to this one in a week or so. Enjoy reading!

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Trring, humm, bzz… trring, humm, bzz.. My alarm went off and I sat up in bed almost immediately. Stifling a yawn, I stretched out my arm to turn it off; surprised how it successfully woke me up today. I was the deepest sleeper in my family, and when asleep, even the fiercest of thunderstorms failed to stir me, let alone the soft, monotonous alarm tone of my mobile phone.

Was there something special today? My bleary mind wondered… after all, how on earth could I have woken up so easily on a regular day??

Then I remembered why I had woken up so effortlessly today - how could I have even forgotten??!! Today was the big day, the day I had eagerly awaited for so long…today was the day of my interview with Prestige Bank’s highermost authorities!

The Prestige Bank was the city’s finest bank, true to its name. The Prestige Bank’s General Manager had hand-picked me from a group of hundred candidates for the Branch Head of their Clifton branch, and today was my interview with the bank’s CEO and VP Operations.

In my last interview, the General Manager had told me that the bank was planning to open a branch in Dubai, UAE, and if they hired me and were satisfied with my performance, they might just select me for their Dubai Branch Head, and transfer me to UAE.

I felt butterflies in my stomach. For the first time in my life I was able to relate to that metaphor. It was a weird feeling, I could actually sense butterflies fluttering by in and around my stomach, causing it to wriggle and squirm. I even felt nauseous.

Trying to ignore my stomach’s signals, I glanced at the clock. I squinted. Seven-thirty already?! The interview was to begin at nine, but I must arrive at least twenty minutes early to leave a good impression. The motorbike ride to Clifton would take thirty minutes. Not wanting to waste any more time thinking, I abandoned the warmth of my blanket and stood up. I shivered. Thinking how chilly the weather was today, I picked up my towel and clothes and head for the bathroom.

By Seven forty-five I was almost ready. I selected a less-shabby-looking pair of socks from my socks drawer and put it on. Then I wore my gleaming pair of shoes, which I had polished to perfection the night before. I walked up to the mirror and examined myself, inspecting critically each aspect of my appearance. My hair looked fine, I decided; combed well and shaped with just the right amount of styling gel, it did not look too stiff, nor too vulnerable to influences of the wind. My bleached white shirt with grey stripes was spotless, and combined well with my black suit to form a great outfit. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and giving the person looking back at me an approving nod, I left the room.

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I know this is not very good and the end of the excerpt is very vague and not like I would've wanted it to end, this is all I could post for now. If you have any feedback/ constructive criticism, I expect you'll share it with me in the comments. :)