Waking up all tired and lazy to go freshen up for the day, suddenly a call from my best friend Elodie came. I picked it and kept silent waiting for her to speak."hi amora...wassup" Elodie asked. "am good and you?" I responded with a tired and sleepy voice. "Wait..are you just waking up?"she asked "umm..yh" I answered "you can't be kiddin'...you are meant to belooking for a job and you are still sleeping?" she worriedly said "i know...I know...butyesterday was so stressful..all my efforts were in vain. but I'll try again today okay?" I responded "alright take care and call me if there are any updates" She hung up and I had to start the hustle for the day.
While I wondered on the road looking for where to get a job, I came across a poster which needed someone for a job. Ladies only. I was surprised. What kind of job would require ladies, but I couldn't think much. I quickly copied down the number and the address and head home.
I got home and quickly called Elodie. "babe wassup" I asked "am good and you?" She responded "well.. I have news" I said "hmm... what is it" she asked "well.. so...as I was wondering around looking for a job probably.." "I saw a poster that requested for someone for a particular job and I took the number and address" I worriedly said "that's great news..amora..." she said with excitement "that's not it..there's a problem" I said "then..?" She asked "it's strictly only for ladies" I answered "oh really...well..that's not a problem, maybe the job is something only women can do better" she said "hmm..I just hope it's it, cos I don't want to get myself into anything I will regret later" I said "so..you're going for it" Elodie curiously asked "umm.. yes. I mean..I have rent to pay for.." I said to her "yh that's true, your rent is due. Just go tomorrow and find out what the job is ok?" she said "yh ok, bye" I said and we ended the call. I laid up on my bed for looking at the ceiling. "I need to get something to eat " I said and and stood up to get something to eat.
I woke up very early the next day very early to get ready for my appointment. I didn't want to go late as it was my first time. I dress up, did my makeup and set off for the interview. The address was a little bit confusing to follow. I asked around and found my way to a very big mansion which was far away from other houses around "the ownermust be very wealthy to build his house this far ". I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A tall young butler opened the door with practiced ease, his silver hair neatly combed, his posture straight. Dressed in a crisp black suit and white gloves.
He bowed slightly, his voice calm and refined as he welcomed me into the mansion "this way ma'am "he said showing the direction of where I would go. "thanks" I said with a smile and followed him. As we went, I looked around. The house was so beautiful. Floor–to–ceiling windows stretch along the walls, dressed in heavy curtains. Paintings that worth fortunes stared down from the wallsthe scent of polished wood and expensive perfume lingered in the air. I was so overwhelmed by the environment. "I can't wait to describe this for elodie " I said in my mind. The butler took me to a big room. The room was wide and uncluttered, its open floor stretching freely without a bed. Chairs were arranged neatly leaving the space feeling calm, formal and intentional. Alot of ladies were sitted while they were interviewed one after another by a lady. I knew she was elderly , maybe in her 6o's but her face told a softer story. Years of comfort and careful living had smoothed time's harsher lines, leaving her with a graceful youthfulness money had quietly protected. Everyone acted very professional and acted like noone entered the room. I walked down to where ladies were sitted to find a sit for myself. "Bet I wouldn't get this job" I wondered seeing alot of ladies dressed with an ease i did not possess.
Their clothes fit perfectly, their confidence stitched into every step, making me painfully aware of my own simplicity. I couldn't wait for my turn to come so I would leave. I felt something very weird about the job but I couldn't figure out exactly what it was. "Next!!!" a lady shouted. She put on a white shirt and a skirt. Her crisp white blouse and pencil skirt spoke of discipline and authority, heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Her expression was cool and controlled, lips pressed into a faint line that warned she tolerated neither nonsense nor delay. I walked quickly to answer the lady for my interview. I was showed a seat to sit on. "Good morning ma'am" I said wearing a confident look. "So... what's your name?" She asked "James amora" I replied her. I was asked alot of questions. It surprised me that most questions were about my personal life. I had no choice but to answer. "Thank you so much for cooperating with us... we'll get back to you very soon" the lady said "you are welcome ma'am " I replied and stood up. I was showed my way out. I took a taxi and went back home.