She was late for work!The last time it was Emily, now her? Why? What went amiss with the alarm clock in her room? The last time she inspected, she set the sound to be more vociferous than the clock in Emily's room. She scooted into the bathroom for an immediate bath and scurried out after a few minutes of walking into the bathroom, unsatisfied with the way she had her bath. What could she do about it? Nothing at all. The manager would ask after her when she is not seen at the shop in the next hour, and Vicky may not want to tell a lie on her behalf again. She hurried with her clothing, fixing the gown she planned out to wear the night before, over her head. Olivia walked to the mirror to check out herself after getting ready for her day at the Cafe shop. Without having breakfast, she scooted out of the house, not fully set. Her hair was not done the right way, but she didn't care. Maybe she did. One thing was particular and that was the demand for her to be at the Cafe shop i
Olivia had yet to return from her place of work. Emily noticed the door of her room was locked when she walked into the house that evening. Why did she care? She wondered when she recalled the task before her, and her reason to sort all of them out before the night departed. She surged to her room and flung the handbag she used for work on the bed. Emily found her legs out of the bugging shoes and flung them to another intersection of the room before heading to the toilet. A sigh escaped her lips while she eased herself on the white seat. She could have accomplished this back at the office before departing this evening. But her thoughts too were on the urine, not terrifying her much before she docked home. She was wrong, anyway. The moment she stepped into the cab, her bladder was in conflagration and at some point, she cried out at the cab man to hurry with driving. She thrust up another sigh, got up from the seat and irrigated the toilet. Emily walked out of the bathroom and
She paced her office, tense and skeptical. How would she go about this? Emily wondered, opening the curtains of her windows. She walked back to the other flank of the office and paced again—many thoughts in her head. What would the other staff call her piece? She was worried by these thoughts and more as today happened to be the day of her presentation, and the staff would be gathered in the room where they were assembled the last time. Why did she suddenly think Jessica loathes her? What was the explanation behind the divulgence at the eatery the last time? Why did she have to tell her those words if she didn't reckon something was ongoing between the boss and herself? “Argh!” The woman let out a demoralized sigh and sauntered to her desk. Can there be a change of plans? She thought. No, she beseeched. At least, this once. All she required was some more time to repair herself and see how stable her mental health was, just in case Jessica had something up in her sleeves. Sh
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