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DAUGHTER and father both sat in an office, watching an elderly and orderly women flicking first through Nancy's dads resume with an unpleasant expression gradually falling onto her wrinkled face.

Nance had decided to tag along with her dad herself to see if she could get a job with him, she felt a tad bit generous today, trying to relax her mood from this morning with keeping busy, which is a way she coped with her anger. Whatever job he got, she also wanted to be apart of it, which might be a tiny bit difficult.

The aged lady looked up at the man from her glasses and casually sat back in her cushioned chair. "Mr. Daley, I can honestly say, in 43 years at this agency... I've never seen a resume quite like yours."

Larry Daley's face brightened up as he sat forward eagerly, face full of hope. "Ah! Alright, yes!" The two others in the room widened their eyes.

"Dad, it's not a compliment..." The porcelain girl leaned over and whispered to her dad, as she beamed at the women trying to stay soothed and tranquil.

The women cleared her dry throat as she looked at Mr. Daley with a serious expression. "It says here you were the C.E.O. Of Snaptime Industries." At this, Nance stifled a laugh as she buried her head in her hands trying to hold it back. "Care to elaborate on that?"

The man happily obliged. "Sure. Well, that was the umbrella corporation for my invention, the Snapper." She had a furrowed confused look on her face as she waited for him to continue, Larry stammering slightly. "You- You know, you snap, lights come on. Snap, they come off."

"Uh, didn't they already make that?" The grey haired women asked as she raised a brow.

Nance soon butted into the conversation, stating in a 'matter of fact way'. "Actually no. That was the clapper you know-" the teen then suddenly clapped, letting it echo through the building, making citizens look at her in bewilderment, some even rage.

The lady, still with a monotone style spoke up. "Personally, I don't really see what the big difference is." Clicking her pen on the desk with boredom.

"But, um, apparently... there is a significant portion of the population... that has trouble actually snapping." Larry explained, mumbling near the end of his sentence, desperately wanting to change the subject.

She leaned back and crossed her legs. "Clapping's easier." She simply stated, frowning, showing off her lines.

Larry coughed a bit and whispered under his breath. "Debatable" Nance giggled quietly as she smiled at her father, him returning the gesture.

"Lets continue onto you Miss. Daley." She ignored the man and went onto his daughter Nancy. She perked up from her seat as she fixed her creased jacket and jagged hair. The lady flicked through the resume, but unfortunately it only had one single page. "Oh...well it looks like you've only had one job...ever."

Nance shrugged and nodded, rolling her green orbs. "I'm still in high school but I've nearly finished, I'm seventeen, nearly eighteen though." The chestnut haired girl pointed at the women as she grinned, trying to have a decent first impression. "But whatever dad gets, I get." The girl demand in a blunt tone.

The lady sighed heavily as she placed the files down. "Well I'm sorry but that means I can't do anything for the both of you." You can tell she really didn't give a shit as she went back to her computer. Nance felt like punching the greying women as she tightened her fist.