Sharon's Plight

Chapter 4

An Uber driver dropped Sharon off in front of the apartment about 3.30 pm. She still had enough time to call Mrs Resource to discuss her start date. Unlocking the door, she saw a letter address to her. "This is strange. Who knows me around here?" she spoke aloud with a well of insecurity rising up within her. The letter read:

"Welcome to Houston, Miss O'Loan. hope you will join our family business!? I look forward to meeting with you in the morning. The doctor says I am all right to go back to work." Mr S. Finland informed her.

Later at home, Sharon dropped dispiritedly onto the sofa. "Is this a dream or what? If it is, Lord, wake me up." The big question is, why am I so out of sorts? Is there something wrong with this organisation? I researched and read all I could online. Everything seemed fine. Their profitability rose by 400% in the last year. Sharon dragged her handbag out from under the coffee table where she had dropped it, searching frantically for her phone to dial.

This time Sharon called her dad. He might be a better judge in a professional situation. Twenty minutes after pouring her concerns and excitement to her father, he said. "Child, take the offer. You will know if it's not for you soon. But I would like you to clarify the situation around the accommodation you are staying in. What's the plan? Will you be staying there until you get to your apartment?"

Boosted by Dad's assurance, Sharon walked over to the fridge to store a few provisions she had gotten on her way home. Afterwards, she picked up the phone to dial the office. "Good afternoon, I would like to speak to Mrs Resource."

"Can I know who is speaking, please?" queried the receptionist.

"I'm Sharon O'Loan. I came in this morning." Sharon told her she had a final interview with Mr Finland Jr. and herself.

"Uhh... Okay," was all the response she got from the other end of the line.

"Could you kindly transfer my call to her?"

"Sorry!" apologised the receptionist. "She stepped out of the office earlier in the day. Let me check if she'd returned."

"Thank you," replied Sharon, tapping her fingers on the sofa in apprehension. The receptionist's muffled voice occupied the phone line until lovely sounds of classical Mozart followed for the next few seconds.

The receptionist came back online. "Miss Sharon, I will transfer the call to her line. Have a lovely evening."

"Thank you and see you soon," Sharon smiled, waiting for the phone line transfer.

A few seconds later, "Good afternoon, Sharon, how are you?" Mrs Resource greeted. Sharon responded. "I am well. Thank you for asking."

"What have you been up to all day? I hope our city is not boring?" asked the HR.

"Not at all. Been around some places and had a lot of time to think," Sharon answered. "After thinking, what is your response to our offer to you?" questioned the HR.

Sharon laughed, "I must acknowledge it's quite a good package. My response is, I accept. I am looking forward to meeting Mr Finland. Sr."

Relieved, the HR said, "I understand. As I stated earlier, he will be in the office tomorrow hopefully."

"Yes, I will. I saw a note from Mr Finland in my apartment. I am grateful he is taking the time to welcome me. But how long will the apartment be available to me?" inquired Sharon.

"Miss Sharon, I am not entirely sure how long Mr Finland has in mind. It would be a discussion you would need to have with him. The apartment plan came up after the accident," informed the HR.

"That's fine. I will take that up with him. How is Mr Finland Jr.?"

"He is fine. Hope you had got over your first encounter with George," commented Mrs Resource.