Creating an Industrial Empire in 19th Century Parallel World-Novel

Two weeks later.

"At last, the day has come!"

After two long weeks of anticipation, the day of her interview had finally arrived. With a hopeful smile on her face, a young woman dressed in a tailored forest green bodice and sleek black skirt strode confidently towards the grand entrance of the Axelsen & Nielsen Main Office Building. Her long blonde hair was neatly styled into a chignon, and she carried a leather portfolio of her carefully prepared documents in one hand, ready to showcase her qualifications and experience. Despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach, she couldn't help feeling a sense of excitement and determination as she stepped inside, eager to prove herself and land the job.

As she arrived at the main entrance, a uniformed guard stepped forward and raised a hand in greeting.

"Good day, madam," he said with a stern expression. "May I inquire as to the purpose of your visit?"

"I have an appointment for a job interview today," she replied calmly, reaching into her leather satchel and producing a neatly folded letter. "As a receptionist."

The guard took the letter and scrutinized it carefully before nodding in approval.

"Very well," he said, returning the document to her. "You may proceed inside."

With a grateful smile, the lady stepped through the ornate entrance and into the lavish lobby of the building. Her eyes widened in awe at the sight of the glittering chandeliers, marble floors, and intricately carved woodwork that adorned the space. It was clear that this was no ordinary office building, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of working in such a prestigious environment.

As she made her way further into the lobby, the young woman couldn't help but notice that the air inside was noticeably cooler than it had been outside. She shivered slightly, her breath visible in the chilly atmosphere.

Curious, she looked around for a source of the cool air but saw nothing that could explain it. The grand interior was opulent, with no visible cracks or openings through which the breeze could be entering.

As she approached the reception desk, she couldn't help but wonder how the building was able to maintain such a cool temperature in the midst of a warm day. The thought of such luxury never crossed her mind before.

Despite her discomfort, she tried to ignore the chill and focus on her job interview.

Moments later, a stunning woman with navy blue hair glided toward Beatrice. She wore a smart suit that accentuated her curves, and her makeup was impeccable.

"Hello, are you Beatrice Summers?" she asked, her voice silky smooth.

Beatrice nodded nervously. "Yes, that's me."

The woman extended her hand, offering a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Beatrice. My name is Amelia Weiss, and I'm the executive secretary to the founders of the company. I'll be conducting your interview today. Please, follow me to the elevator. My office is located on the eighth floor."

As they walked, Beatrice's eyes widened in amazement at the grandeur of the building. The marble floors shone under the sparkling chandeliers that hung from the high ceiling, and the walls were adorned with paintings and intricate carvings.

As they stepped into the elevator, Beatrice looked around in awe. She had never been in an elevator before, and the smooth ascent made her feel as though she was flying. She couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

Amelia glanced at her and chuckled. "First time in an elevator, I take it?"

Beatrice nodded, still awestruck. "Yes, it's incredible!"

"Well, your reaction is not unique," Amelia said, glancing at Beatrice with amusement.

"Everyone who has taken their first ride in the elevator has the same reaction as yours."

"Really?" Beatrice asked, still marveling at the experience. "I couldn't blame them. It's amazing to think how far humanity has come. We used to climb stairs before, but now we're able to travel up and down buildings with ease."

Amelia nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Technology has come a long way in recent years, and Axelsen & Nielsen is at the forefront of it all."

Beatrice smiled, feeling even more grateful for the opportunity to work at such a progressive company.

"I'm honored to be given a chance to be a part of it all."

After forty-five seconds, the elevator door slid open with a gentle ding, and Beatrice followed Amelia out. As they walked down the hallway towards Amelia's office, Beatrice couldn't help but glance around at the sleek, modern surroundings.

Just like the opulent lobby, this floor was adorned with ornate furnishings and polished marble floors. Sunlight filtered in through tall windows, casting a warm glow over the entire floor. Beatrice couldn't help but feel impressed by the grandeur of it all.

As they approached Amelia's office, she paused and turned towards Beatrice with a warm smile.

"Here we are. Are you ready for your interview?"

"I do, Ms. Weiss," Beatrice said, chuckling nervously.

Amelia opened a file that contains her personal information.

"So, according to your resume, you graduated from Pennsylvania College for Women in 884 with a degree in Secretarial Science. Your academic records indicate that you performed well above average, so it's safe to say you have an impressive educational background. We'd certainly be interested in having someone of your caliber join our team. Before we move forward, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Have you had any prior experience working as a receptionist or in a similar role?"

"I'm afraid I don't have any direct experience in reception work. However, during my time at college, I was given the opportunity to participate in various events where I was responsible for coordinating with different organizations and managing schedules. I believe that these experiences have honed my organizational and communication skills, which I think are important for a receptionist role. Although I have no direct experience in reception work, I am willing to learn and do my best to adapt to the job requirements."

Amelia jotted down notes in her notebook before proceeding. "Can you operate a typewriter or a telegraph, Ms. Summers?"

"I have some experience with both, Ms. Weiss, but I wouldn't claim to be an expert."

"That's alright, you'll have plenty of opportunities to refine your skills. How about etiquette? Can you speak appropriately to someone of higher rank inquiring about our business?"

"We received instruction in proper etiquette for addressing those of higher rank, Ms. Weiss."

Amelia nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent, as we frequently work with high-ranking clients such as politicians, military generals, and prominent businessmen. We'd be delighted to have you join our team. Your starting salary will be $50 per month."

"That's more than enough, Ms. Weiss," Beatrice replied with a smile and continued. "I would like to take that offer."

Amelia smiled at Beatrice's response. "Well then, welcome aboard, Ms. Summers. We're happy to have you join our team."

The two ladies stood up and shook hands.