grown up now..." the auntie repl

ons for when I get the job," I sa

s and skirts and a simple white shirt. I quickly paid and thanked the auntie before heading straight for

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d for luck and success. My father died from illness when I was very young. I didn't remember him very well. Any

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

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

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 sh

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

as I lay on my bed. Tom

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at what hopefully would

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

per looming over me. The building was made almost entirely of shiny silver glass that ref

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

ittle when I walk, but I should be able to manage it for the day.

I com

ffocating. I knew this job application was competitive, but I never thought there would be

itorium. Then came lunch break, during which we were provided with box lunches. I was so stressed and on edg

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iewing recruits. I could understand if you wanted to interview executive-level applicant

?" another man spoke through t

," the old man

icipate in some interviews for the fresh graduates," the

n..." the old man said hesitantly. How was he supposed to mov

ead. You can do that much, right?" the y

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

want to experience firsthand how the newer generation views our company. After all, they ho

Sir..." the old man r

her man said emotionlessl

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