American in North Korea

A job where?

No. This can't be real. I begin to squeal like a little kid. "Yes!" I bumped my fist in the air. Just moments ago I was so scared. I begin to open the yellow ugly envelope slowly.... Just slowly. "Oh my." I blink back as I unveil the responses that determines my future. I read and It says...
Hello Lynne D. Blaries. We would like to say.
I stop and take a deep breath. I don't know if I could continue to read anymore. I gulp. I pull the paper back up to my view. I begin to read again.
• • •
My eyes widen as I read the words.
We would like to thank you for your job application, but we regret to inform you that are not qualified.
Tears began to fill my eyes. My vision became blurry. Dripping down my cheeks were evidence I lost my chance. Walking slowly to my computer I went to the computer that was still active on my desk. Scrolling down on my Facebook account I have a message. Hm... That's odd. I click the message notification and read the name. Kim Sol Hung. I begin to say the name as it rolled off my tongue awkwardly. I repeated it again but came out more smoothly. As expected from a K-pop, Kdrama, Korean history addict. I know I know pretty bad to be addicted to anything. I eyed down to the message and it reads....
Kim Sol Hung: hi
Me: hey
I reply quickly. Maybe a little too quick.
Kim Sol Hung: [• • •]
He was still typing. I stare at the screen a bit impatient. The dots go away.
Bing. The compute notified me that I ppppppplhave a reply.
Kim Sol Hung: I noticed your post on your page. It struck my with curiosity and I remembered we have exactly what you are looking for. We are offering a job here in South llKorea. We are currently hiring and lwe see you qualify for a position here, in Korea.
I stare blankly and think of how to reply.
I begin to type and hope I don't regret this decision.......
Me: [•••]