CWRC Anthology

GOD'S GRACE IS ENOUGH

©2022 by Dilenu

Brought to you by Christian Writers and Readers Club

A heart pounded as dark eyes traced the printed words. 

Meet me at the Charlot hotel at 6 and you will get the job. 

Stella swallowed hard as she digested what she read. Frown lines marred her forehead as a thought came to mind. 

Why should I meet him at the hotel?

The question floated in her head and caused her confusion to increase.

"You look so worried," said a voice from opposite her. "What is the matter?"

Stella turned to the person and produced a pained smile. "It's nothing.  I am worried about the situation I found myself in." Her frown deepened. 

"What situation are you talking about?"

Stella heaved a sigh. "Well, I am getting closer to having my dream job, however, the MD of the company claims I have to come and meet him at a hotel to get it."
Stella's shoulder slouched and her lips curled into a scowl. 

"Hmmm, that doesn't make sense. Why that condition? Can't he give you the job in the office?"

"Exactly. Those are the questions running through my mind." She shook her head."I feel there is something fishy."  Unease roiled in her stomach and she shivered in fright.

"I agree. But you need the job so what are you going to do?"

Stella's face fell. "I don't know, Mom. I don't know," she muttered. 

The mother and daughter fell silent as they got buried in their thoughts.

Several minutes later, Stella declared, "I will go and meet him."

Her mother swung to face her with wide eyes. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I know. But I don't have any other choice. I need the job."

Her mother nodded. "I know how important the job is but you need to pray before making any decision."

Stella bobbled her head in agreement. "I will pray before going.  I should start getting ready. See you later " She rose to her feet and sauntered to her room. 

Her room door closed behind her and she leaned her head against the hard surface of the door. Her eyes traveled to the ceiling. 

What kind of test is this, Lord?

She swallowed to erase the lump forming in her throat and moved away from the door with a word of prayer in her mind.

Whatever it is, Lord, see me through.

Her legs carried her to her wardrobe where she brought out her beige pencil skirt and light pink shirt.  Satisfied with her choice, she ambled into the bathroom to take a shower.

Moments later, she appeared all dressed up. She stood in front of the mirror above her dressing table to arrange her hair and apply some light makeup. 

I'm good to go.

A smile graced her lips as she stared at her reflection. However, her joy dissolved as the message she got flooded her memory.

Meet me at the Charlot hotel at 6 and you will get the job. 

Nervous butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her eyes drew together as she struggled to analyze what the message meant. 

She racked her brain but nothing surfaced. Finally, she gave up. 

I guess I will find out when I get there.