grown up now..." the auntie repl

s for when I get the job," I said a

suit and skirt and a simple white shirt. I quickly paid and thanked the auntie before heading straight f

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r luck and success. My father died from illness when I was very young. To be honest, I didn't remember him very wel

ul things to say about him like how he was a very responsible man who really loved

are doing well. We're both doing our best to be happy. I've always worked hard and will cont

aid her prayers silently as well. When we were both done, we smiled at each ot

will earn, I can give her a better life. My mother is getting older, and it shows in her ever-increasing backaches and lower stamina, although she tri

w, I had to catch the train super early to head into the city where I will take my f

as I laid on my bed. To

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at what hopefully would

eyond this was one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city, the headquarters of Jessen & Hills. This place is the drea

er looming over me. The building was made almost entirely of shiny silver glass that refle

around until I found a small bench where I hurriedly sat down. I was already dressed in my suit, but I haven't worn the proper shoes that auntie had lent to me y

little when I walk but I should be able to manage for the day.

I c

ffocating. I knew that this job application was competitive, but I never thought that there woul

uditorium. Then came lunch break where we were provided with box lunches. I was too stressed and on edge

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rview of new recruits. I could understand if you wanted to interview executive-level appli

y?" another man spoke through

," the old man

cipate in some interviews for the fresh graduates," the o

on..." the old man said hesitantly. How was he supposed to m

You can do that much, right?" the younger m

o reply. If he couldn't do 'that much

I want to experience firsthand how our company is viewed by the newer generation. After all, th

Sir..." the old man r

her man said emotionlessl

e cont