Emily, who lay on the bed in her room, leaped to her feet at the sound of something and dragged herself out of the space, headed to the other room in the apartment. “Olivia,” she dubbed, clasping the handle of the door. “Open up already.” The door was shut and locked when she pushed, and she had to pause another moment for the door to be unlocked. “Olivia,” she shouted this time, recollecting the headphone the younger woman owned could be over her head. “Olivia!”“Hold on, Emily,” the door opened and there was Olivia, grinning. “Come, look. I've got something to show to you.” She invited Emily who wandered into the room, glancing around like it was her first time gracing the room with her existence. “What is it?” Emily, who had come to know what happened, could not help but raise a question when she took a seat on the bed. “You screamed, and I came. What was that noise about?”“You won't believe what just happened!" The younger woman exclaimed. She picked up her phone from the be
Olivia let out a sigh when she sighted Mrs. Blackwell. She was enthusiastic and pleased to have a company in the Cafe shop, finally. At least, for the moment before Vicky's shift in the evening, since she almost had no business with the rest of the girls who left her all alone about a while ago. Just when Olivia thought about the older woman, she appeared in the foyer of the Cafe shop. There was a smile on her face, and a ‘welcome to the shop’ that waited to be discharged from the barricades of her mouth, in the direction of the woman who was yet to walk into the shop.The older woman walked in, grinning. She held a handbag—and from the look of things, Olivia was certain that she came from the office she works in. She was well dressed, corporately. “Olivia,” the woman called, her voice—soothing and wanting to be listened to. “Good afternoon, love.”“Good afternoon, Mrs. Blackwell,” Olivia hailed, standing and overseeing. “Welcome to the shop. How are you doing?”The phone she clas
Emily who has decided to be friendly, took it upon herself to take Olivia to a boutique where they could shop for some wear before her day of appointment at NovesTech Corporates, arrived. “You don't have to do this,” Olivia had said, declining the offer. “We are not particular if the job is mine, yet. I was only asked to come for an interview.”“People get employment when interviewed, don't they?” Emily retorted. “Are you not going for the interview, Olivia?”“I will, of course,” Olivia answered back and got up from the chair where she was seated. She walked farther from that spot and slanted on the wall, heaving a tired sigh. “I am not your obligation, not in that mode.”“I never said you were,” it was Emily's turn to heave a sigh. “We will go shopping and that is final. I am older and have a say, after all.”The younger woman gave up. Emily's mind was made up and there was nothing she could do about it. She needed the dresses, after all as most of the clothing she possessed was no
Men and women—staff and non-staff walked into the Corporation with their cases and handbags. Amongst those who trouped into the large compound stood Olivia Reynolds who had a black handbag, hanging on one of her shoulders.Her legs directed her to the reception area. She strode in after exchanging pleasantries with the old man at the door and nodded at a few people she could see, gazing at her before walking to the woman who seemed to be the receptionist. “Hi,” she greeted, smiling. “Good morning.”“Welcome to the Corporation, miss,” the woman said and looked up. “Can I help you?”“Argh, yes,” Olivia replied. “I have an interview this morning,” she explained. “I am here for a job interview.” She paraphrased when her thoughts told her she didn't let it out in a reasonable way. “One moment,” the other woman said. There was a black-skinned computer in front, and she confronted the screen to look out for something. “What time is your appointment?”“Nine in the morning,” Olivia replied
What was happening? Why would Victoria prowl her in this manner? She wondered, her thoughts orchestrating her to a more diverse dimension, waiting for the first question to be tossed at her.Expecting the worst. “How old are you, Olivia Reynolds?” Victoria put forward her first question. “I understand you are above 20.”Of course. How can she not be above twenty? Did she have the look of a kid? Was she considered to be below twenty and a graduate with a degree at the same time?Is this not the same Mrs. Blackwell she was in love with days ago? Was this not the woman she admired so much and was looking forward to seeing again, maybe at the shop? “I am 24,” she said after so much thought. Her back relaxed on the extended chair, her eyes wide open as she was beginning to get exhausted from the interview already. “I will be twenty-five in a few months.”“I see,” the older woman jotted down something on the computer system with the help of the keyboard. “Twenty-four, going to twenty
Alexander got up from his seat and led the way to the door of his office. It was the day for Emily to give her presentation—and from what he understood, she was prepared to give the fairest of her phrases and demonstration to the other staff who anticipated the meeting for over a week. He caught up with the door, opened and walked out before locking. He spent last night, sending links to Emily—encouraging her to use them in refinement for her presentation to the staff and she had reached back to him before her sleep, telling him of how it helped. Maybe it didn't, maybe it did. He would know at the end of the meeting. The CEO had gotten to the glass door and sighted a few of the staff in the room. A smile emerged on his face, while he pushed open the door. “Good morning, staff and workers of Stone Enterprise.” "Good morning, sir." The staff got on their feet for a brief salutation. “Where are the others?” Alexander looked around the room, and at the door again. “On their way,
Staff and workers in the Corporation walked past the magnificent gate, headed to their various offices. From her findings and the time displayed on the watch, worn on her wrist: she was early on the first day of her appointment. She pushed open the glass door and made it into the reception hall. “Good morning,” she greeted the woman she found at the stand, although it was a different person from the older lady she had seen the last time she was there. What does she care, anyway? She stopped to think, continuing with her journey when the lady at the stand dubbed her back. “Excuse me?” She turned around to face her. “Did you call for my attention?”She heard her name but was not sure. Now, Olivia walked to the reception stand to see what the younger lady wanted. “Good morning,” the lady greeted her. “You must be Olivia Reynolds.”“Yes, I am,” Olivia replied with a nod, and pride in the tone she spoke with. “Can I help you?”“No, not at all,” the lady said. “You need to sign on her
She roamed back into the office with Katherine who had automatically become a friend. The two took a seat on their supposed chairs and turned on the computer system they each possessed. “Let me know when help is needed,” Katherine said and faced the computer screen before her. “I will be willing to help.”“Of course,” Olivia offered a smile and turned to face the screen before her. It felt good. More than good to be in a Corporation as a staff when it was the slightest she anticipated these days. The manager at the Cafe shop had reached out to her nights ago, asking why she was leaving. Why would she not leave?It was more than simple. The old man did not know her worth. Of what use would it be to remain in the shop when he couldn't pay up as considered but reduced their fee at the end of the day?By the end of the month, she would receive her first payment from the Corporation and help with some bills at the house, then plan towards saving up for her new apartment. As soon as