CHAPTER FOUR
Later in the evening.
I laid on my bed wishing for sleep to come but my eyes were wide open. My phone buzzed and I picked it up .
It might be Molly ,I thought .
Taking up the phone,I stared at the message from an unknown number.
"Dear Miss Abigail, this is to bring to your notice that you have been selected for the interview for the Job and you are to be present at Harvin Estate phase 3 on the 12th of This month by 8 o'clock prompt.
Note that punctuality counts.Thank you.",.
I went through the message again .I sat up quickly from my bed though I didn't know if I was to feel happy or not.
The last time I was accepted for an interview I ended up being chosen though sadly I had worked only for a few months as the pay wasn't encouraging and they had asked me to go when they refused to believe I was almost molested by one of their male workers.
I doubted I would be able to get the job ,I won't even be able to meet up to their qualities but it wasn't going to stop me from going . I was never going to get tired of trying anything just to get a paying Job.
I waved the thought off my mind and at that moment I was able to sleep.
Two days later , I went for the interview.
I had woken very early since I had to trek most of the distance.
Arriving there, I met another large number of people waiting for the interview. I felt really sad, why would the take a lot of people for the interview when it was so clear they needed just one person.
I was so angry it was written on my face and having to stand to wait made it worse for me.
I stared at all the faces and people for the interview trying to pinpoint a reason that would make them chosen over me. I only got more depressed and just when I was about to quit and leave , the receptionist called my name asking me to go into the office.
I walked in and I met a lady , she asked me to sit.
"
Miss Abigail right?", the clumsy lady asked.
" Yes that's my name",.
"OK, Am Miss Janet",.
I nodded.
" So How old are you?"Miss Janet asked.
"
Am 20 years old", I voiced.
" So what certificate do you have , why do you feel you are qualified for this Job?",.
At this point, Even if it meant putting up a Lie to get this Job then I don't need to. I knew I would be working for an influential person and I needed something convincing.
" I have a BSC in Home management", I lied.
I put my head down immediately.
" So where are your papers?", she asked.
She threw a look at me.
" I wasn't aware I needed to bring my documents with me, Miss Janet",.
"
Such carelessness !....Okay I have just one more question for you and I would pray you answer it wisely. Meanwhile, it's important you know that the CEO who you would be working for is in the upper office and can hear whatever goes on here", she said.
I flashed my eyes round the room and it was then my eyes hit the CCTV at the corner , making me feel like I had just hit eyes with the CEO .
" Okay , go on", I said sitting up.
" Miss Abigail , if the CEO was to slap your own Father right before your presence .And tell you to make a choice of either asking your father to leave or you would get sacked. What will you say and do?",.
I stared at her wondering what silly question that was, I was baffled by her waiting eyes and I totally got Confused.
Why would they ask such a thing?
Whatever the reason would be , I would never stand and watch any one insult my father, not to even think of slapping him no matter who he was.
Just thinking of that made me pissed off, I knew by saying something flavoring would guarantee me the job but I would never give support to that.
I looked up to Miss Janet .
" If the CEO were to slap my father right before me and tell me to ask my father to leave or get me sacked for whatever reason....I would never watch anyone humiliate my father in my own eyes and have me keep quiet about it. If possible I would slap the CEO back for laying hands on my father and I would take up the option of getting sacked. I will never take up a job where my employer has no respect or regard for my father. I guess I have answered your question Miss Janet '', I voiced .
There was tension in my voice as I spoke with sincere anger.
Miss Janet stared at me with a wide mouth. She must have wondered if I was OK at all .I guess I lost the Job anyway.
"Can I go Miss?",I asked.
She blinked her eyes and hurried over some papers and then looked back at me.
"You can go now ,Miss Abigail , we will get back to you later if you qualify for the Job. Thank you for your time",
" Alright , Thank you ", I mumbled.
I stood and left angrily .
I was so upset once again but this time I wasn't
going to cry over that. I had to think of something to do fast enough. I needed money more than anything else now and there was certainly no one to go to anymore.
I was walking home then suddenly I changed directions to the Hospital praying so hard to meet the Doctor in time. I need to get my Dad's Medication and I was so scared the cancer might be spreading.
I got to the hospital and walked to the Nurses' Station greeting one of the nurses who I was already getting familiar with.
She smiled at me but I kept a straight face.
" Please I would like to see Doctor Shane",I said after exchanging Greetings.