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On that note, he drafted an application letter, which was more of an apology letter. He stated that he needed the job badly because he had a family to take care of. He concluded the application with a sympathetic story. (… Do recall your assurance that I am free to reapply. Presently, my children are at home. I cannot afford to send them back to school because of my predicament. Yours truly, Bruno Angus.) Thereafter, he sent the application to the dedicated email address and walked into the house after concealing his stress.

At the Group Managing Director's Office.

The Human Resources Manager, Faye Charlie, a thirty-two years old, lively lady, walked into his office.

“Good day, GMD,” she greeted.

“Good day, madam. Kindly take your seat,” Evans responded.

“Thank you. Congratulations once again.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Charlie. What brings you.”

“Thank you, Sir. My clerk called my attention to the application letter she got this afternoon in the application bank, and I feel you should know abo