A GOOD SAMARITAN

★★★★★

"Hanny, please relax your mind. Take a deep breath and clear your mind. I assure you everything will turn out in your favor, just have some faith." That was Salma's pitiful voice reassuring me of my failure.

"Really? Is that all you can say to me, knowing very well that I'm already late for this thing?" I was on the verge of quitting when I glanced at the clock and saw that it was twenty-five minutes past eight and my interview at Bremin Tech was scheduled to be held that day, Monday 9th of December 2018.

I woke up very late. I trusted Salma to wake me up even when I set my alarm to go off at five O'clock but both of us had overslept and even the alarm combined with the Fajr Adhan couldn't wake us up. I bet I would still be sleeping had my mother not called me on the phone to remind me of the interview even when she was on a night shift.

I had to run a five-minute shower and observed a quick Fajr prayer. There I was, battling to slip on my skirt which wouldn't even go past my thighs. Angels might be laughing at me because during the prayer I had deliberately rushed every Rakat (unit of prayer). Maybe this was a punishment from God.

"I have to admit that my life is messed up already," I told a worried Salma who was seriously searching for a different outfit from my closet.

"Anata wa baka(you silly)," Salma cursed in Japanese."Don't say things like that." She turned her face to me, and a small frown flashed in her eyes.

"What?" I stared back at her and she averted her eyes from me and carried on tossing my clothes out of the wardrobe, one after the other. "I would not talk that way about myself if this hideous skirt would just come off already. The stupid thing is stuck. It won't come off and it won't go up my thighs either." I whined in exasperation as I continued to battle with the skirt. When did I add so much weight? I had only spent a week at home out of the one-month break the school had given us and now I had already outgrown some of my clothes.

"Lie on the bed," Salma instructed and I raised a questioning brow at her.

"What? why should I do that?"

"Just fucking lie on the bed." She commanded and I did exactly as she asked and watched her coming towards me with a pair of scissors in her hand.

"What are you doing?"I exclaimed, wide-eyed.

"I'm going to cut this thing off of you." And just before she finished saying that she had already cut the skirt from the bottom, yanking it off of me. Everything happened in a flash, I didn't even get the chance to protest.

"Salma, you cow! What have you done? That was my favorite skirt and you've ruined it." I screamed.

"You'll buy another one once you receive your first salary." She flung my torn skirt on the floor and I caught myself rolling on the bed sheets to cover my shame. "Now take this and put it on. I think that it's a better choice than that thing you call a skirt." She threw another skirt that looked somewhat pinkish at me.

I grabbed the skirt threw it on and rushed to the dressing mirror to check myself out. Okay, it looked good on me. I didn't even know I had such a nice corporate outfit in my closet. I had on a white shirt and tucked it into my skirt, then topped it with a black abaya.

Salma helped me pull my hair into a ponytail, then fixed my hijab for me and I was good to go. As soon as I was done, I grabbed my bag containing all my documents and headed for the door. Immediately I unlatched the knob, I remembered that I had no money on me. I couldn't even board a taxi with the change in my wallet.

"Oh No! My credit card has expired and I'll need some money for transportation."I turned to Salma for help. "Could you lend me some money? I'll pay you back once I renew my credit card." She showed me the location of her purse and I reached for it, taking the amount I needed from it.

"You can have my car keys too." She threw the keys to me and I caught them in the air and thanked her before exiting the room in haste.

What would I do without you Salma, you're such a sweet angel.

"Please take care of my baby." I heard her yelling once I reached the stairway.

*****

I sat in the car and took a deep breath before pulling out of our apartment. I drove from one street to the other, and then finally the highway came into my vicinity. My heart shrank a little in my chest as I saw numerous cars running at high speed on the road and almost immediately I remembered how I had learned how to drive.

It was Yusuf, Kulthum's older brother who had taught me how to drive. I had never driven on a main road before. Yusuf tried several times to get me to practice on the highway but out of fear I had been avoiding him on purpose. We had a small misunderstanding the last time I went for practice. Our next driving class was meant to be held on Saturday but due to his illness, there wouldn't be any driving lessons for me for the time being. My heart went out to him and I prayed that Allah Grant him a quick recovery.

Poor Yusuf, I wonder how he's coping now.

I was a little skeptical about my driving skills because I was still an amateur. The expressway scared me more than anything in this universe. And the last thing I wanted to do at that moment was think about the one thousand ways to die in a road accident.

Afraid of getting hit by another car I drove slowly in between the huge luxurious buses onto a different lane where the cars moved at low speed. As soon as I drove on there the cars halted and looking up I saw that the traffic light was showing red.

What? Does this have to happen now? Why is the devil after my success? What exactly did I do wrong today?

I knew it was Monday and the rush hour between seven to nine-thirty in the morning was inevitable considering the large population of working-class people in the city. I heaved a huge sigh leaning back on the seat and suddenly my phone beeped on the front seat. Kulthum's name was displayed on the screen when I glanced at it. I slid my thumb over the screen to answer the call and also put the phone on speaker.

"Hello, Keilah."

"Hi Hanny, how are you?"

"I'm good. What's up?"

"I'm fine. Where are you?"

"I'm stuck in traffic somewhere in Abuja," I swear, I didn't even know where I was.

"Okay, I hope you'll be here soon because they're about to start the interview. In the next five minutes, I guess they'll be calling in the first applicant."

"What? Five minutes! But that's not nearly enough time for me to get there." I screamed and soon realized it was almost nine O'clock. Couldn't they extend the time a little forward, at least for the sake of latecomers like me?

"I know, just hurry up so you can meet up okay."

"Alright, I'll try. I'll see you later"

"Okay, just hurry."She hung up.

After remaining on a standstill for about ten minutes the traffic light started showing green and suddenly the cars started moving again. I turned the key to start the car but it began to act somewhat funny, the car was moving slowly and I knew exactly what the problem was.

"Damn you Salma, why didn't you service your car," I said under my breath and huffed.

After pushing and forcefully driving like a snail for another five minutes I noticed that a car was honking at me from behind and when I looked through the side mirror, I saw a man of huge height and a robust body built up alighting from his car, then coming at me with long strides. His firm muscles strained against the fabric of the white long-sleeve shirt he had on.

Oh, Lord! I'm in trouble.

I kept trying my best to see if I could drive faster, possibly get the car out of the way, and park it by the roadside.

"Hello there, is everything okay?" I flinched at the sound of his daunting deep voice.

"Everything is fine....sir," were the only words I could manage.

"Okay then, do you mind driving a little faster?" The big guy stared down at me through the screen shield, not showing any sign of anger towards me even though he looked like someone with vicious intent.

"I'm trying but I can't," I said, feeling miserable when the car completely stopped moving and there were other angry motorists behind, honking at me.

"Then get the car out of the way." He took off his glasses.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't move the car. It's stuck."

"Get out of the car." He instructed, almost as if he was commanding me. Out of fear and misery, I got out and watched him take over the steering from me. He drove the car and successfully parked it off the main road. Stepping out of the car, he suggested that I call a mechanic to fix it. I nodded and thanked him for saving my ass because things were already getting out of hand before he came to my rescue.

"This is a very busy road, try not to play games with your life. Next time try checking the brakes before you pull it out of your garage." He warned me and I found myself mentally laughing at the words coming out of his mouth. I didn't even own the car, let alone have a garage.

"So where are you heading?" He asked and I stared blankly for a moment.

"I'm heading downtown..." I said slowly, and because I didn't want him to ask any more questions, I quickly added. "I'm going to Bremin Tech."

"Oh..." He hesitated, scrutinizing my face and I innocently hid under my Sheila, giving him the impression that I was shy and didn't get too comfortable with a man gazing at me. "Bremin Tech is not far from here. I can drop you off if you want."

"No, thank you very much, sir. I know my way around." I said politely as I kindly refused his offer because first of all, I didn't know if he was a bandit or a kidnapper. He might have had it all planned out, coming here to play a good Samaritan as a decoy. And secondly, I couldn't possibly leave Salma's car out there knowing the level of insecurity in the country. What if someone else made away with it before I returned? For God's sake, this big guy could easily pass me out by suffocating me in his car, then turned the car around and disappeared without a trace, perhaps coming back here to snatch Salma's car.

A flicker of recognition passed through my mind as my eyes ran a marathon over his burly frame. I shook it off my head and focused on the issue at hand.

I have my reasons for being pessimistic even though the man didn't look detrimental. You can't be too trusty nowadays because the majority of the people out there are wolves in sheep's clothing. The son of Adam is capable of any form of mischief. I had always seen the world through a dark lens, and that was why I was mindful of the company I kept. My circle was very small, just me, kulthum, Salma, Imran, and sometimes Yusuf.

As I internally deliberated on the situation I was faced with, I heard the man repeat his request and I kindly declined, standing firm on the decision I had taken. I won't wound my pride by depending on a total stranger for help even though I needed his help more than anything at that moment. I was doomed already, yet confident that everything would be fine if I relaxed my mind and thought through I would figure a way out of this disastrous situation.

I saw the man putting his large tinted glasses back on with a crooked smirk at the corner of his lips." I better get going. I guess I'll see you around little miss." He turned around and headed towards his car.

"Alright, sir. Thanks for the help." I yelled behind him and he waved a hand in the air, walking away with bold steps.

Little Miss? What was that for?

*****

It had been over thirty minutes since the stranger disappeared and I hadn't seen anyone crossing over to the side of the road where I was. Not that I wanted anyone's help though, I was just hoping maybe by chance a mechanic could just miraculously appear. There were no pedestrians, just a fleet of cars running here and there at high speed on the road.

I sat in the driver's seat, just staring at the moving cars, and the thought that I should give up came to mind. My greatest fear was how to get the car home safely to the owner. There was no way I could get it to start moving again. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere. Should I have accepted the man's offer?

Moments later a boy about my age wearing a blue overall over an orange polo shirt appeared from nowhere, asking if I were the owner of the car and because I didn't know how to explain to him that I borrowed it I lied, claiming ownership of the car. Was he a traffic warden? He had probably come there to charge me because I had parked the car on the wrong side of the road.

"Okay madam, I would like to open the bonnet. I need to check it." He said in a way that seemed like he was asking for my permission. I sat up, adjusted my hijab, and put back on my abaya which I had taken off earlier. I had to take it off because I was literally suffocating in the heat. I pushed the door open and hopped out of the car. I saw him opening the bonnet.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I yelled at him as I approached him, getting myself prepared for an argument. I almost stumbled on something that looked like an old chest. Taking a closer look at it I saw that it was a toolbox. Was he perhaps a mechanic?

"Uh... I'm trying to fix your car." He answered by running a hand through his tangled hair that looked like a mini forest. How did he even know that my car was faulty?

"Are you a mechanic?" I raised my hands to my hip akimbo.

"Apparently, I am, ma'am."

"Oh! I'm sorry." My expression softened. I could use his help. Afraid of getting sunburned I ran into the car and watched him from there as he played around with tools in the process of fixing whatever it was that needed to be fixed in there.

After about what seemed like an hour and thirty minutes the boy had finished his job. He walked up to me, informing me that the car was perfectly fine. When he turned around and was about to leave, I called him back as I dug into my bag in search of my wallet. I was going to pay him for his service.

"How much am I paying you?" I politely asked for my charges, hoping that he would charge me less because I was kind of broke.

"I don't have much money on me," I explained, counting the banknotes in front of me. "I guess this is enough to cover my charges." I extended a hand to give him the money. He stared at me like he didn't want to collect it.

"Someone had already paid for my service." He said.

"Really?" A confused smile made its way to my lips as I allowed his words to sink deep into my mind. "Who could that be?"

"The boss asked me to come here and repair a car with this plate number." He handed me a paper with Salma's car plate number written on it.

"Who's your boss?" And before the words slipped out of my mouth, a realization hit me. That huge man from earlier might have sent this guy here. I didn't give a listening ear to whatever the mechanic was saying, I just wanted to get out of there.

"Alright, thank you very much for your service," I said to the mechanic and watched him take off.

Seriously, some men can be really strange at times. How dare he help me without my permission. It was my right to either refuse or accept his assistance. I was having mixed feelings, I was glad yet mad that that stranger had saved my ass twice just that morning. I never planned to depend on any man for help, I mean what if he demands something crucial in return for his kindness?

Who cares anyway, I might never see him again. With that thought in my mind, I drove off as fast as I could.

*****

It wasn't until after forty-five minutes when I had aimlessly driven around the city that I finally reached my destination. I gently parked my car in between the numerous fancy ones in the parking space.

My phone beeped for the one-hundredth time since the drive, glancing at it from the corner of my eyes, I saw Kulthum's name displayed on the screen. She had been the one calling me since. I had decided to ignore her calls because I knew whatever she had in store for me would definitely raise my blood pressure.

I glanced at my watch. The time was thirty-six minutes past eleven. I tried not to panic because, from the look of things there was nothing I could do to change the current situation, only God could help me now. It was either the interview was already over or it was still going on. And even if I made it late to the meeting, whoever was in charge wouldn't judge me based on that. I guessed.

I took a quick look at myself in the side mirror and God forbid! I looked like shit. My face was greasy and my hijab was wrongly fixed. Thank God I didn't have any makeup on, I bet it would have melted on my face by now and I would have looked even messier.

I quickly dabbed my face with a handkerchief to dry up the sweat and readjusted my headscarf, took my stuff, and got out of the car, just heading straight to the high-rise in the middle of several other buildings.

The security man greeted me before opening the door for me to pass. I met the receptionist at her post at the counter directly opposite the entrance door. She was seated on her desk, leaning towards her computer, intently searching for something on its pixelated screen. She averted her eyes from the screen, scanning my appearance from her fancy glasses which sat on the bridge of her nose.

"Yes, how may I help you?"

"Er... I'm here for the interview."

"Oh, you're late. The meeting started about three hours ago." She stood up and got out of the counter. As she walked towards me I scanned her appearance and my eyes laid on the nametag on her greyish-white jacket, her name was 'Miller Lauren'. She was a young girl of average height.

I followed behind her as my eyes uncontrollably scanned her from behind. Her skirt was too short revealing most of her legs. She had a nice backside which fitted perfectly to the black skirt she had on. The sound of her heels constantly tapping on the floor was killing me.

We got into the elevator and stopped on the tenth floor. We sauntered out of there and when we got to a large door that had LOUNGE ROOM, boldly written at the top she stopped walking and threw her hair over one shoulder before turning around to look at me.

"You can wait here for now. It's better not to be late next time." She warned with an unfamiliar attitude and I shot her a disgruntled glare. The moment she took off, I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The room was somewhat empty with few people seated on the sofa. I saw Kulthum typing something on her phone. Her eyes widened in surprise once she laid them on me.

"Hannan!" She stood up and walked up to me. "I thought you weren't coming. I was just about to dial your line. What happened?" She questioned with concern evident in her expression.

"It's a long story, Keilah. I woke up very late today." I told her weakly.

"You're always late. better don't be late on your wedding day." She teased.

"Now is not the right time to be funny kulthum." I glared at her.

What are you doing here anyway, Aren't you supposed to be with your brother in the hospital? I almost said out loud but consciously resisted the urge to make such an unpleasant utterance.

"Where is everyone?" I asked quietly. "This couldn't be all the applicants."

"Oh er..." she hesitated. "The interview is over. The last person got out a while ago. The boss wouldn't attend to anyone for the past fifteen minutes." She informed me with a sad face. To her greatest surprise, I wasn't even moved by the news. Well, I gave up an hour ago, I just came there to try my luck.

"So, what are you going to do now?" She lowered her eyes at me, studying my expression. She was astonished when her reply was a simple shrug and a small laugh.

"I guess we'll just go home and hope for better luck next time." As soon as I finished making that sentence I heard someone call my name.

"Hannan?" I lifted my head to see a very familiar face.

"Yasmeen." I gaped.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, marching towards me.

"I came for the interview. Are you also here for the interview?"

"Oh no, Hannan, I work here as a secretary to the CEO."

"Shut up! That's cool." I saw Kulthum looking at us like she couldn't believe we knew each other.

"I know right." She grinned. "How was your interview?"

"I came late. I didn't meet up."

"Oh, that's okay. I'll just have a word with the boss. Stay here alright. I'll be right back." She instructed sweetly and then went back to the office she came out from earlier.

"How was the interview ?" I turned to Kulthum.

"Where did you know her from?" She seemed perplexed.

"You haven't answered my question."

"Alright, It was short and breathtaking." I saw glee in her eyes as she spoke. "You, won't believe who I saw today." She seemed pretty excited about something. So I just ignored her.

What a weird reply.

"Okay, I met her at the party." I lowered my voice. "She's Imran's cousin." I quickly said upon seeing Yasmeen approaching us with a nice smile playing on her lips. I noticed that Kulthum wasn't paying attention to me, she had something interesting going on in her head and just couldn't wait to fill me in.

"Alright, I talked to the boss and he said you can come in, right away." She grabbed me by my hand and pulled me towards the office door and I waved a hand at Kulthum, hiding an awkward smile. I was not sure why I was feeling weird about the fringe benefit from someone I just met three days ago.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, stepping forward towards the door. She chuckled lightly and took a few steps away from me.

"I guess, I'll see you around. I have other things to attend to." With that, she left me there.

So I stood there, staring at the large fancy door. I took a deep breath before knocking at it about two or three times. There was no response so I decided to knock again but just before I could do that a woman stepped out of the office.

"Come in." She gestured at me. It seemed she was about to leave herself. 'Rebecca' I caught a glimpse of her name on the nametag attached to her shirt. She excused herself while I reached for the knob. I took a quick peek inside before letting my body slip through the door, and then stepping into the office. I took quiet steps toward the boss's desk.

The boss was seated in a swivel chair, his back turned towards me as he held a phone to his ear with one hand and threw a dart with the other hand. He missed his target the first time. I listened to his conversation on the phone as he picked another one.

"Do not worry. We have received official approval and prepared the necessary documents. All that's left is for you to sign the papers. However, the condition that you give us forty percent of your share in exchange for the proposal is necessary. As mentioned in the agreement." He threw the next dart, he didn't miss this time. The projectile landed safely on the center of the dartboard.

"If you do not keep up your end after signing we shall both find ourselves in difficult positions." I heard him say as I stood there not knowing what to do, just aimlessly looking around the bright office which was quite spacious and well-furnished. More than half part of the office was covered in sun rays. I glanced through the glass window. The view of the city was magnificent from up there.

He slowly swiveled his seat to face the desk and swiftly opened a file in front of him. I momentarily spaced out when I saw the person seated in front of me. The boss was the same man who helped me park the car off the road. What a small world, who could have guessed that the man who paid for my car to be fixed would turn out to be the boss

He lifted his head to look up at me and then scrutinized me, kind of like he didn't know I had been standing there. For a moment I didn't know what to do with the uneasy aura oozing from his gaze at me.

"Yes." He nodded at me, passing the phone to the other hand. He elegantly ushered me to have a seat with a gesture of his hand. Once I sat on a black leather chair across from him and watched as he carried on going through the file while still listening to the person at the other end.

What would he say to me after his endless calls? I bet he would say something like 'Hey, have we met before?' No, that sounded pretty absurd, even in my imagination. Maybe he would say,' I have offered you a ride earlier and you absurdly refused for that reason. I don't think you're qualified for this job.' No, that would be simply unprofessional. He didn't seem like someone with such a childish manner of approach.

Soon he was done with the call and almost immediately another came in. I mentally sighed at myself for being so pathetic and patiently waiting for him to answer me. Would this man even consider me at all? He didn't seem to care if I had been waiting on him for more than what seemed like an eternity. I heard him laugh loudly, leaning back onto his seat as he oscillated on the chair. He seemed quite deep in conversation with the person at the other end.

I tried not to listen to his conversation anymore and thought of a way to present myself once he finished his call. Unfortunately for me, my mind was blank, I couldn't even think even if I wanted to. So I bought myself some time, using the opportunity to compose myself. I needed all the confidence I could get to face him and pass this interview.

"I will be waiting for your arrival. Hit me up once you enter the building and I'll send someone down to pick you up." He said, laughing deeply as he closed the file in front of him. Some moments later he ended the call with a salaam.

I monitored his movements as he placed his phone on the desk and adjusted his position on the seat before turning his full attention to me. I could feel the smell of my skin burning under his vacant stare.

"Yes, miss. How can I help you?" He asked and I felt a wave of uneasiness surge through me. I had to answer his question. He was waiting for me to speak, but I couldn't come up with an intelligent answer, I was simply unsettled. All my confidence flew out the window the moment I realized he had been the good Samaritan who rescued me that morning.

There are different kinds of emotions but a smile can conceal them all. So anytime you find yourself in a difficult situation, always remember to smile and face it head-on. My father's words played in my mind as I stared blankly at him. I tried to put on a small smile as I made myself comfortable by adjusting my posture on the chair.

"I assume you know why I'm here sir," I said confidently as I looked straight into his eyes. They were a pair of brown hazelnut eyes. He nodded as though he expected me to say that. He probably didn't remember our little encounter this morning because he didn't even show any sign of acquaintance with me. I couldn't understand why I was a little annoyed about something so irrelevant. He must have had amnesia to have forgotten the little incident that easily.

"I do not think that I have the slightest clue regarding why you're here. People come in and out of this place every day for different reasons." He said, leaning back on the chair and my eyes followed his movements as he reached for a telephone on his desk, dialed up someone, and held it to his ear waiting for the person to speak.

Silence lapsed in the air during which I recollected myself again as I waited for him to finish speaking into the phone.

"Tell Rebecca that I want the both of you in my office now."He finished saying and put the telephone away soon after. He turned his attention to me again. I decided to speak first this time. Already I had a plan on how to defend myself.

"I had come here for the interview, sir. On my way down here I ran into a small problem that cost me most of my time. I needed to resolve the issue before coming down here. That is why I came late, sir." I explained in my most formal and polite tone, searching his expression to see if my words rang a bell but no, this man was an adamant stone, he didn't even budge, just leaning back and supporting his cheek on his long fingers while he oscillated from side to side.

"The interview ended twenty minutes ago and it's almost time for my lunch break. So as you can see my hands are tied here. There's nothing I can do for you, young lady." I honestly wasn't surprised by his reply. I had expected that.

"Sir, isn't there any way you could at least spare a minute of your time?" I sounded pretty desperate and somehow unnaturally confident about it.

"Did you not hear what I said little miss, I said the interview ended about twenty minutes ago. And every other applicant who came outside the time range for the interview was left unattended to. Why should your case be different?" He rested both his hands on the desk, his eyes boring intently into mine.

Little Miss! The phrase sank deep in my head. He remembered everything from this morning, yet he was acting all professional and bossy. He was playing a game of mental fortitude with me. Maybe my interview had already begun before I even knew it. All I needed to pass this test was to be confident and just play along.

I looked him straight in the eyes again with all the courage I could summon before speaking. " Because I need this job more than anything right now, sir." I knew I sounded pathetic but who cares? " Perhaps sir, if you'll look into my document you may find that I'm qualified for this job, if not perfect." I presented my files containing the results of my previous interviews, my resume, and some of my qualifications. He reached for them and subsequently went through them.

He gave an encouraging nod after a moment of flipping through the papers, then closed the files in front of him. "I won't be too quick to judge you based on your performance in the previous interview but from what I've seen here." He held up the file, handing it over to me. "I must say you have done excellently well for an undergraduate." A crooked smile flickered at a corner of his lips.

"However, your performance is not a criterion to be considered at this facility. Here, our decisions are strictly based on the academic expertise of an individual. And if the individual falls short of anything outside this criterion they would undergo a six months training with a full-time sponsor from the company."

"Does that mean that I'm not qualified, sir?" I swallowed hard, my face draining colour. I saw him look away from me with a smirk lingering on his lips.

"No, Miss Hannan. What I meant to say is we don't employ undergraduates." There you have it, my doubt was confirmed. I just wanted to pick my stuff and storm out of his office the moment the words registered in my mind. I mentally laughed at myself for even keeping my hopes high, going there to embarrass myself like that.

"I went through your files." He began saying. " And saw that you had performed excellently well in your first year as a nursing student which begs the question- What is a nursing student looking for in a technical firm?" I looked up at him, and to my greatest surprise, I was at a loss for words. "Not that I want to pry into your affairs, please forgive my manners miss. To satisfy my curiosity I had to ask." He added and for some reason, I sensed empathy and concern in his speech.

I wanted to tell him my reasons for wanting the job in detail, but that would only give a way the idea that I was needy and thus confirmed the poor truth that at that point I was dependent on financial aid for my tuition. My school fees were very high, if not that I was on a partial scholarship, I doubt if my mother could even afford half of my school charges.

I was about to say something when the door suddenly opened. Yasmeen and the woman who went by the name Rebecca emerged through the door, walking towards his desk with their heels tapping on the floor. Both ladies stood upright by his desk, looking very composed and professional in both attitude and appearance.

"Sir, you sent for me?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes! I have a simple task for both of you. Dr. Zayn should be here in the next five minutes, do well to receive him at the VIP parking lot and escort him here." Both ladies nodded, taking to their heels almost immediately but he stopped them with a gesture of his hands.

"But before you leave, clear my desk. I want everything, every single file off my desk." He instructed, looking very in charge as he dished out commands.

In a moment the ladies started organizing his desk which interrupted our meeting for a while. Then when they finished they both exited the office in the same way they got in and awkwardness assumed its position in the air as I was now faced with the boss alone, again!

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