Tightening my grip on the resume, I take a deep breath. "Okay, Ruby, you can do this!" I mutter to myself.

Ruby stands in the brightly lit office, dressed in a slightly too-big navy blue pantsuit. Her long, red hair is neatly styled, but a few strands stubbornly escape, framing her face. Her red eyes, magnified by her glasses, reflect a mix of determination and anxiety. She clenches her fist.

Despite her efforts to appear professional, a slight tremor runs through her hands. This job is so important!

The air conditioning hums quietly, a stark contrast to the frantic beat of her heart. Accounting at a place like this...it's my dream!