Chapter Seven

It was already seven thirty in the morning and Joyce was still asleep. She slept late the previous night,how could she not still be sleeping? Her mother had thought she had gone out early to the place but was shocked to see her in her bed.

        "Oh,Joyce. It's Monday morning. Your interview," she shouted at her daughter who used a pillow to cover her head,not wanting to be disturbed by any noise.

   Your iiinterrrviewww! The words pierced through the pillow directly into her ears. She jumped up and shouted at her mother for not waking her up earlier as she ran to the bathroom.

       "I thought you've gone," her mother retorted.

      Joyce rushed out of the bathroom and sharply got dressed in a yellow shirt and fitted black skirt and a black handbag with a black flat shoe. She combed and folded her hair quickly and turned to her mother to bid her bye.

          "I don't like your dressing" her mother commented.

         "And I don't need your comment as I have few minutes to eight 'o' clock. Bye,mum," she said and ran outside. "Bye,dad"

            It took her fifteen minutes to get to the company where she would be interviewed. The company was called Andrews Ltd. It was no wonder to her that she could get a job in such a big company since the brother of her friend was the owner. It has also been the company she had been dreaming of working in. Not that she knew much about the company to make her like the company. She just fell in love with it the moment a customer at Yes,thanks was discussing about the pay.

     Well,let's say she fell in love with the pay rather than the company. She just hoped the interviewer  would be kind enough to accept her.

       Joyce got to the reception and introduced herself. The receptionist directed her to another path which led to the office of the CEO.

        "He has been waiting for you,Miss. Kindly hold on and let me ask if you can go in,"she said and made a brief call. "You can go in,Miss," she said.

       "Thank you," Joyce said and went inside the office. She knocked at the door and went in after being asked to. She beheld a man sitting on an office chair,probably looking for something in his locker as he wouldn't gaze up while he returned her greetings. He was ,to her surprise, also dressed in a yellow shirt and black trouser but she couldn't see his legs to know the colour of his shoes but she was certain it would be black as well.

       "I want to interview you personally because my brother presented you. I want to know how good you are. Gosh, where is this file?" James complained,still not looking up.

       Joyce was obviously tired of waiting even though she was a waitress. "Can I have my seat,sir?" She asked politely.

         Then he gaze up,stretching his hand toward the seat. "Oh,sorry! You can have your......," he stopped halfway.

      They were both shocked as they stared at each other unbelievably and chorused,"You?"

       "You're the owner of this company?"Joyce asked.

          "Obviously,but unfortunately I don't want you as a worker here. You can leave," James declared,still not believing the talkative was actually the person his brother made him promise to hire.

         "Oh,no! Mister,you can't do that," she replied sympathetically.

        He was taken aback as he narrowed his eyes to look at her. He was in need of a Personal Assistant. But how could he hire her? A talkative? That's a bad habit. Although she was qualified, based on her credentials, but he can't just hire someone who will want to take control over him.

      "I'm begging you. I so much need this job. My welfare and that of my family depend on it,please. You forgave me already, why are you still angry? Please, re forgive me," she begged,almost in tears.