Dominicaj Stories

12:42 p.m. is what he clock on the wall reads. Only 3 more minutes until I walk through those doors. Until then I sit in a room full of woman who thought it was okay to not fully button their shirts. The waiting room is navy blue and yellow. Those are the only colors you see in this room. 12:43 p.m. The doors open to reveal a little girl, a teenage girl to be exact walking out in a school uniform. Shouldn't she be in school? Did she somehow apply for the job too? Really a teenager what am I thinking? 12:44 p.m. The only noise you hear is the sound of human finger tips pressing onto a computer keyboard. But every second you hear the second hand covered by the plastic on top of the clock. 12:45 p.m. He walks out of the ceiling high doors, that enclose his office. Dressed in navy blue with a bright yellow bow tie. He looks around the room and shakes his head. I just stare at him, but he doesn't seem to notice. The he speaks the two words I've been waiting to hear. "Chrisma Tayeler."