[Skyfall Theme Park; Gold Avenue]
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Michelle was seated in an office and a man sat across the table. She had a smile on her face while the man faked a smile and felt uncomfortable looking at what she was wearing.
She wore an oversized T-shirt and a muffler with pink flower patterns on it. The T-shirt was plain red and it had a black flannel hand, below she wore a long skirt that stopped at her ankle that was tied at her waist with a rope and a white sneakers.
“So I hope you know why you’re here?”.
“Yes I do Mr. …”.
“Mr. Choleng. That’s my name and if you were smart enough you should’ve read the silver plate on the door and my desk”.
“Oh” She said touching the silver plate.
“Get your hands off it!”.
“I thought it said ‘my cholera’ or something like that”.
“Do I need to go over what your job will be?” he asked.
“No, Mr. Choleng. You don’t have to go after it, I’m already clear with it”.
“Every day you’ll come here to work your own shifts from 5pm to 7pm and you’ll be paid monthly”.
“Okay, I said I was already clear with it’ she said and hissed.
“In the previous interview you were asked about your personal information, right?”.
“Yes, Mr. Choleng”.
“so tell me about your past experiences”.
She glared at him and felt stunned. ‘This area has nothing to do with past experiences’ She thought.
“I’ve had no experiences professionally but I always keep my house clean…it’s an easy job, I can do it”.
“Can you tolerate what people would do to you for two straight hours?”.
“Yes Mr. Choleng”.
“Great, before I give you the job you’ll need to have a medical and drug test”.
“Why? This is just a common job I’m here for. I don’t need a drug test. Do I look like a drug addict?”.
“Maybe, I mean take a good look at how you look”.
“I don’t care. When can I sign the employment contract?” Michelle asked.
“so… we have come to the end of this interview and I don’t think I want to proceed with you on any tests”.
“Thank goodness. So when can I start?”.
“Never. Get out of my office and never come back here. You have a problem and you’re not qualified enough for a job”.
“Oh, see who’s talking about problems, you’re the one with the problem. All those questions and then a test, in fact I’m leaving” She said and left.
“Well, thank goodness she’s gone. I have strictly warned the security guards not to let psycho’s in here. She’s a psycho and looks like trash, the job she wants really suits her” he looked around and finally Pushed the chair Michelle had sat on earlier to an empty room and replaced it with a new one. He sprayed some air freshener all over the office and sat back on his chair. “Next!” He said into a telephone and his secretary ushered a young lady into the office. She was well dressed, all smiles.
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INTERTWINED
Teen FictionMichelle is abandoned by her biological mother and raised by a midwife. years later she finds out that the people whom she had grown up with are not her biological parents. She has to cope with fitting in with her biological mother which becomes a h...
