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Chapter 4: First day at work

Fifteen minutes late for the first time at work and that was not good at all for me being my first day, knowing the kind of boss I have, given just three seconds late and I lose the job and this fifteen minutes, fear gripped me and thought of losing this job was just running through my thoughts as walk the way up to the staircase, walking to my office.

Getting to the office getting in became a problem like my kegs were glued to the ground as I stood at the door post for about fifteen more seconds even knowing too well how late I was, I tried to move but my legs were stuck to the ground and the thought of last experience just came to my mind and I gulp deeply and took a deep and said to myself how do I face him and explain to how disgraceful I was last night.

Many things were running through me but I decided to take a bold step and walked in with my eyes so deem and like someone who still feeling sleepy as a result of the hangover from last night.

As I opened the door and stepped in he didn't even allow me the opportunity of saying good morning, then I heard his deep voice like that of a rumbling thunder strike.

“What's the time”? he asked

But I was rather lost for words and don't where to start and what to say, my mouth was just so wide open as if my jaws are falling from my chick, and then I heard his voice again.

“Close that mouth of yours for you are about to swallow a fly” he added.

It was then I realised that my mouth are wide open and quickly closed my mouth, then took the courage to walk closer to him.

“Sir, please I am sorry, I know I am to resume by seven-thirty today, but,” I said as he shorts me up and cuts in.

“But what,” he asked.

The shock of what might happen next trapped and I started stammering and shaking and skipping words, I could see myself becoming dumb, my mouth was open but no words came out.

“What time did you arrive here,” he asked.

“I arrived at five after eight,” I said, but.

“No, but, is this who you are, I know I am not supposed to talk about the incident last night, it's not in me to judge you, but I expect competence, hardworking and someone who keeps to tome and who is time cautious,” he said.

“I know sir, you have already told me that yesterday when I came for the interview,” I said.

“So what time did you arrive,” as he further repeated the same question.

“Sir, I..... I am.

“You are fired, please make use of the door, leave the same way you came from and please do shut the door behind you,” he said.

There I felt this sharp pain piercing through my heart down to my spine, I was downcast, looked like the world has just come to an end, my mouth was wide open crying but couldn't voice out but tears roll down my chick, I look up and down but help was far away from me, not knowing what to do, stood for almost thirty minutes plus the ones I have been standing since when a been interrogated, I looked so miserable.

All that was just running through my mind then was just to go and commit suicide, let me just end this miserable life of mine, then I heard his voice again.

“Miss Cynthia are you still standing here,” he asked.

Then I just had to summon courage from nowhere and walk out of the office, and as I was walking down the stair tears was just rolling down my chick I walked out, then decided to take a little rest at a park nearby to think about my life and the disappointments that have been coming my way.

“What is wrong with me, I couldn't land myself a decent job for now many years, I hardly make it to the interview section and this I have to ruin it for myself all for what and why,” I kept asking myself, them I cried it all out and screaming that made all eyes to be on me at the park.

But I never did care about anyone or those who are looking at me.

“It's well, I will find another job, this is not the end of the work, as long as there is life there is hope,” so I said to myself to encourage myself.

Trying to forget the past and what happened earlier and try to walk home, the sky became blurry and the lighting was striking and thunder rumbling and it started drizzling little by little and day became night, as I managed to walk through the park and got a cab to my apartment, but then the rain has become so heavy that I just managed to elite from the cab and run through the gate, then I received the greatest shock of my life, behold my stuff have been thrown out of the house and was beaten by the rain.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, what all these and what is wrong with my life,” I muttered as I move closer and closer to my property being stuck outside and was beaten by the rain, words could not come out of my mouth, all could do was stand and cry and tears was rushing down my chick.

I stood for a while being beaten by the rain all of a sudden I started shivering as a sign of being cold, I was shaking and my teeth were shaking very seriously as a result of the cold.

I looked up, down, front, back, left and right no one to call for help and I took to my heels and walks to my landlady.

“Ma’am why did you do this to me, you couldn't even wait till I come back and you have to whisk my property in the rain,” I said.

“Miss Anderson, I built this house with my hard-earned money and this house you see is my business and my investment, I don't run a charity organization here, since you can't afford the rent then it's high time left my house,” she said.

“I am not debating the fact that I am owing you rent, but of what benefit is to you now after whisking my properties outside and to be beaten by rain hereby damaging my properties,” I said.

“Look at you, your mates are busy buying cars, building houses, acquiring much better and higher properties and you are here crying about my properties, if I may ask where are the properties you are talking about, just matras and what else. If I were you I will be looking for where to lay my head for the night, instead of standing here and crying like a baby seeking breast milk,” she said.

“What do you have me do, or what do you want me to do, I have applied for jobs, just like others but nothing is forthcoming,” I said.

“Look at you as beautiful as you are, look at your lips, look at you sexy big breasts, your ass, you have the height, do what other girls used to do and earn a living since the decent job is not forthcoming,” she said.

“You said other girls, thank God am not other girls, and I can't do what they do to earn a living, I am Cynthia Anderson, and I don't care what their names are and what kind of job they do to earn a living, but one thing that I know I can't sell myself just to earn an earns meet, not as long as I have my hands and legs and my eyes are okay, I am not handicapped nor am I disabled,” I said.

“Then why complain I threw your stuff outside, whenever you decide to help yourself you know what to do and where to go not spending time with this irresponsible Sam of a guy you call your fiance who has been fucking with almost all the girls on the street,” she said.

“Thank you for your advice, Sam can go on and sleep, fuck with whomever he pleases but for me, my body is my pride and I can't belittle myself because of where I found myself today and therefore start misbehaving and doing rubbish all the name of meeting up and to make earns meet,” I said.

Walking away back into the rain I was drenched and shivering and having nowhere else to go, just wandering around, then I saw a car stopped by and I heard someone call out my name and when I turned around to see who it is that called out my name in that manner, I was shocked beyond comparison.

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