Houses and castles.

chapter 2

Do you by chance remember the feeling of sitting so still in an exam hall, scared to move an inch or even breath for the fear that you might be thrown out for cheating the very next minute..... Well maybe you don't but I do know how it feels like, it happened to me while I was writing my Mock exam in SS2.
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he accursed invigilator threw me out of the hall for attempting to stretch my aching arms, I cried out my eyes but she didn't let me back in to finish up so I failed but luckily it wasn't the main external exam or I might have had to wait another year and have to re-sit

Nine years down the lane and I'm relieving the exact same feeling, sitting as still as a statue in a large exclusive and well furnished office, waiting for my fate to be decided by my Interviewer who isn't giving anything away with his unreadable expression... I can't even tell if he's please with my CV or not, all I see is the way his sharp eyes was busy scanning every single line on the paper with rapt and unbreakable attention.

Finally after what seem like forever, he gave a small nod, looks up from the pile of papers at me while removing his glasses in one swift move.
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Excellent result.... There is no doubt the company need smart and intelligent people like you for steady growth'

He remarks casually, relaxing back on his chair while cracking his knuckles, probably out of habit.

It took everything in me not to jump out of my sit and start a happy dance, I don't know why but the opinion of the young man before me felt like everything in the world right now, apart from the fact that it literally just increased my chances of landing a well paying job that would put a permanent stop to my hustling days.

The interview was nothing like I expected or like the others I've been too in the last few years, it went without a single hitch. For once I didn't find myself sitting in front of a committee of old men and women who always seem to have one problem or the other with my overly opinionated personality as it has been described, at times it might be the colour of my shirt or lipstick that seem to be the problem, those folks are super annoying and very allergic to the new patterns of thing.
Other times, my interviewer/ tormentors comes in form of the egocentric young men who would rather leer lustful at my non existent boob.

I've seen a lot to write a chronical ever since I started my job hunt, I've been turned down many times than I can even count on account of excuses as flimsy as "lack of experience" despite my good result, while some of those vile idiots just want to put their "joystick" in my "vivi" for me to secure the Job, used to thing those sort of things only happen in movies until my first shocking encounter with such abnormality. I remember slapping one of such men when I was still new to the system and the result ended with me getting thrown out by the security tram with the man yelling curses and promises to see that I never get any good job in Lagos.

My present interviewer turns out to be the young gentle man from earlier who manages to tame the wrath of "Miss Tiny arms" at the reception, Mr Sam they called him and the golden plague on his table has the bold inscription of his full name.

SAMSON.A. OKEZIE
Managing director

Looking at him I could deduct he's in his mid 30's, very handsome too and sharp looking but that's not why I'm here so I let the thought slid as fast as it came and focused back on the reality at hand