Unseen Mistake

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by mandela604

   EPOSODE ONE.                                                 "Ma i really need this job please" Nercy implored in a voice that deduced anxiety. This was the third time she had been called for an interview which she had never gotten; her heart was now making silent prayers in order that God might see her through. Her narrowed whitish eyes, squinted the file the chubby lady who was interviewing her, trailed from behind her and placed it at one extreme of her table. The interview was however going fairly well until her interviewer received a phone call which was quoted as 'postpone the interview of Miss Nercy until I’m in town' the manager of the instructed.
    After a small gap of silence, the interviewer whose face was half covered in black shaw, to march her black suit, broke the mute thus: "Well ma," she began. "We shall get back to you soon, not to say two weeks from now." She concluded.
     "But ma," she gaped at her groveling, with her hands, flatling on the table.
"I'm sorry, you may leave now unless you may need the security's attention to hound you out." Surveying her client taking a walk out of the warmed decorated office , she commanded. "Security, please direct in the next applicant."
   The applicant that walked in was familiar to Nercy, -the interviewer noticed this. Her crinkled and sweated face, with teary eyes, for the job had escaped her again, didn't allow for pleasantries as where she thought she could borrow money from if employed, to commerce her father's treatment in the hospital, became a mere imagination. She made some prayers again just for God to assure her of the job.
   There arouse a storming noise from the number of applicants Nercy saw when she came back to the reception. And if calculated would seem times three the numbers the company had in need of.

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