The staff member motioned for Brando to stay on the line. Then she turned to Alvin, who was beside him.
"You can wait outside in the reception area," she said politely.
Alvin nodded, reached out, and tapped Brando's shoulder. "Stay cool!" he encouraged with a grin. He picked up Brando's black bag, slung it over his shoulder, and walked out the door.
Brando managed a small smile in return before shifting his attention back to the line ahead of him. The closer his turn came, the more the nervous energy inside him built up. His palms grew clammy, and his chest tightened each time he caught a glimpse of other hopeful contestants—especially one man who looked particularly eager, exuding a confidence Brando wasn't sure he possessed.
After what felt like an eternity, it was finally Brando's turn.
