There are a few things you should know about Aniyah Williams:
One is that she's a prostitute.
Two is that her parents died when she was 16 and her older brother left her afterward
And three, she isn't a believer. After all, how can she believe in a...
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I WAS SMOOTHING MY NEWLY-BOUGHT SKIRT OVER AND OVER AGAIN the whole way there to this so-called 'interview'. The streets we had been passing looked similar to the ones near my now-old home. Clusters of groups of people were surrounding the streets and old buildings that looked ready to fall.
"Here we are miss," the driver, a middle-aged man, announced. The building itself was better looking than most in this place, a 3-story brick building with windows that seemed tinted, keeping the inside of the building a secret. Samaritans For Christ was printed at the top of the building as I stepped out of the cab, thanking the driver before finally entering. Met by a lobby room, a few had congregated in here and a red-headed secretary, an energetic one, was working at the main desk, typing furiously at her computer.
"Welcome to Samaritans For Christ or SFC as I call it. How can I help you today?" the lady asked a smile on her face and she took a sip of her coffee from her cup.
"I'm here for the interview with Joshua Davidson," I reply, remembering the name Jada had told me.
"Oh, so your Aniyah Williams. Alright just follow me and I'll lead you to his office," she says, stepping out of her chair I follow her to the elevator and we head on in silence. This is awkward.
"You know I'm actually glad that you're here. We haven't attracted really much positive attention with this non-profit although we pray that it will be a blessing to those in this area."
I nod as she continues. "Oh God, I realized I never really told you my own name did I?"
I shake my head and she holds out her hand for me to shake. "Alexandria or Alex Campbell."
Shaking her hand, the ride finally comes to a stop at the 3rd floor where what looked like a planning room had been placed along with a long hallway of doors.
"This is where the committee will meet to plan events and the offices are hidden behind those doors. Mr. Davidson's office is right at the end of the hallway over there," Alex says, pointing at the huge black door. Knocking on it 3 times before hearing a muffled 'come in', we enter the huge office with a window that overlooked the city and bookcases, floor to ceiling, all packed with books.
"You again!" Mr. Davidson exclaims and I realize that it was the same rich guy who had thought of me going into the men's bathroom. This day just keeps getting better.
"You two know each other," Alex says, her brows furrowing slightly.
"We met at church," I interject before Mr. Davidson could say anything.
"You can dismiss yourself, Miss. Campbell," Mr. Davidson says and she leaves, shutting the door behind her and I take my seat across the desk.
Running his hand through his hair, he sits down in his big black chair. "All right then. So you are who Jada recommended for this job. Do you know why?
