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photo and kept it in the cupboard. I prepared and took some toasted bread and milk for breakfast. I wasn't completely flowing as I felt already losing my taste for food.I feel

up, hoping to find a solution to my slightly sick feeling before going for my interview today. Needed

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the funny scene of the rude and arrogant rich man, and his convoy, the way I was surrounded, seeking

his eyes but didn't take a proper look at him. I don't know what he looks like if I see him again. I know then that I may not see him again. Who will ever want to see and experience such a strange approach such as the one they displayed again? Not even in my dreams, besides, rich men like that are not easy to come by, understanding his level and caliber. I was just

the time, place, and requirements for the interview. I got out of bed bearing in mind the information about the time scheduled for the interview before. But after I finished preparing, before leaving the house in good faith that we will get a job. . I added final touches to the light make-up I had on my face. I s

tside to board a cab to convey me down to the hotel, hoping to get this job. Huffed as I stared at myself, feeling like I was going there to seduce the boss, but it didn't matter, it was just light make-up to smoothen my face. I looked up the road and muttered some almost

that big in my life. A hotel big enough to be real estate. The man must be painstakingly rich. I thought. I am here for the interview, voiced out. The security man seemed to be interested in me, his eyes ogled all over my body, and he listened carefully to what I had to say as my words sounded appealing to him. "Do you have a pass?" He asked in his rich baritone voice. "Yes, I do." Brought out the phone and showed the tickets to him. "Didn't have the time to print it out. Can you let me go in?" I begged him. He hesitated and stared at my face like I had ulterior motives. "Please, I just want to have a job. I said to him in a humble, but confident way, again and again, and I could bet

new thing to see at every step I took. There was a cage for beautiful and colorful peacocks. I tried so hard to focus, but I couldn't. The hotel was a paradise, and I wished to be lost there forever. "God, I have never seen a