Monday morning. New job. New everything God. What would Dad say? Probably quote a psalms or something. But God if I didn't say it enough. Thank you for all your blessings. I apologise for not being at church yesterday but it was to be ready for today. I ask for your forgiveness on that. Amen.
Mikey opens his eyes to the view of the city from the hills of Norbrook. Thank God he got this job so he could continue to pay for this view. Beautiful. He sips his cup of peppermint tea and turns away from the window to sit at his kitchen counter. Its almost 6:30. Only a half an hour left before he has to leave. That's enough time to make a small breakfast. He opens the fridge and decides on some leftovers from Sunday dinner his mother brought over.

Mikey sets the food in the microwave and starts to go through his emails on his Samsung galaxy X6. Nothing exciting or worth reading. Then he receives a sms from Caroline.

Good morning my sunshine. Good luck today. I always knew you would get it.

Mikey shakes his head as he remembers how much doubt she had on Friday. Then how upset she got on Sunday morning when he finally decided to tell her. After a full Saturday of her questioning and her " consoling" about him not getting the job. Smh Caroline.

A few seconds later the microwave dings signaling that his breakfast is ready.

By 6:55 Mikey is done eating and is almost ready to leave but decides to inspect himself in the mirror. Again. He rubs his now smooth shaven face. After a long look he nods in approval. Then he reaches into his pocket to get out his phone. *snap* *snap*.  That ought to do, he thinks as he looks at his two selfies. He posts the first one on Instagram with the caption
First day how do I look?

He smiles as the first comment comes in seconds later from Raquel.
As if it was ordained by God.

Time 7:01. Better go before I am a minute late.

....

Mikey hops off the bus at the bus stop just down the road from his building. In 2 minutes he is at the entrance. 5 steps up and he is at the glass doors. One push and he is inside.

He walks up to the receptionist desk. Mikey clears his throat. Ahem.
"My name is Michael Brooks. I am supposed to be starting today at Mills Architectural Firm".

"One moment please" the little receptionist lady says as she types.

"Oh right Mr. Brooks. Mills Architectural Firm is on the third floor. Press three on the elevator button and it will indicate what elevator will open to take you up to the floor. When you get their ask for Mrs. Hamilton. She is the head of HR. Have a good day". She says quickly then goes back to typing . Its a good thing I wasn't zoning out that time. Okay third floor. The little screen indicates elevator B to the far left. Mikey walks over to elevator B and waits only a quick second before it opens.

He steps inside and takes a moment to admire the architecture of the space he was in. It was silver and gold mostly. Silver shiny doors, gold railings,  silver walls, with intricate flower designs and patterns in gold and some dark shading to give it some depth. Very modern Mikey thinks as the elevator door opens.

Third floor says the Electronic elevator lady.

Mikey is greeted by the Mills Architectural Firm sign as he exits the elevator. Bright, bold, very commanding,  as if to say they are The architectural firm and anyone who saw the sign would believe it.

He approaches yet another receptionist desk to find a young man standing behind it.

"Hello I am Michael Brooks. I am here for the new position as Junior architect. I am to see Mrs Hamilton? "

" Ah yes. She is expecting you."

The young man leads Mikey to an office down the hall. At the entrance of the office that reads Human Resources Manager,  the young receptionist knocks.

"Come in" a stern voice calls out.

They enter. "Thank you Mr Stephens. Mr Brooks follow me to the conference room so we may meet the others"

"Others? " Mikey asks a bit puzzled.

She doesn't reply. Mikey follows her to the conference room. Barely taking a moment to observe the rest of the office.
Others?  Are there more people who got jobs?  Is it just orientation? This is weird. I only knew of one open position.

She enters a room he assumes to be the conference room and Mikey quickly follows. 

" Mr Brooks meet our other new Junior architects. Mr. Jamaal Walker and Ms. Cheyenne Forbes,  everyone else this is Michael Brooks. Now that we are all here and on time. Let us get started".

Mikey's mouth and throat went dry when he realized who the female was sitting two seats away. She's here. How? Wait... Wow. She's even more gorgeous than before.  She looks at Mikey as he stands there staring at her. Mikey shakes his head as he realizes everyone is staring at him and he slowly takes his seat.

" I would like to also introduce our Chief architects,  Michael Cuffe, Gene Mcdonald and Georgia Hibberts. We already have a team of Junior architects of 4 people and we are looking for the fifth." Mrs. Hamilton states.

"May I ask why are there three of us? I was told I got the job" asks Jamaal Walker.

"Very good question Mr. Walker. You were all told you got the job but only one of you will become permanent here at Mills Architectural Firm. You all will be given a 6 months trial period. You will each have 2 months to work with each chief architect. At the end of the 6 months we will evaluate your work, and professionalism and will decide on who will stay. The survivor will be given a 2 year contract. Before you is your 6 month contract. Sign it and we may continue. If not you may leave."

All three of them collectively took up the papers laid out before them. Cheyenne and Jamaal signed quickly. Mikey decides to skim through each sheet.
"Forgive me, I like to be thorough" he says when he realizes he may be holding up the meeting.

"Very good Mr. Brooks. Always read before signing any contract" says one of the chief architects. The others seemed to shift uncomfortably beside Mikey. He looks up and smiles when he realizes that Mrs Hibberts is the one who spoke. Mrs Hibberts, the architect well known for her masterpieces of bridges and monument restoration across town. It is an honour. Mikey thought. He then signs the contract satisfied that everything was in order.

"Alright let's get started" chimes Mrs. Hamilton.

Wow she's here. Almost directly next to me. But now we are competitors. But whatever will be, we be. Maybe this was ordained by God.