o
My neck worked overtime as I studied my environment. Downtown Bluewaters was cleane
lacks, whites, browns, any colour you know, Bluewate
street wore costly clothes, shoes, and accessories. I felt underdressed in
le filled with iced water from home. l could not afford to pay for the taxi and buy
ilding. If l failed to get the job
nsplant. We could not afford the surgery. Our family was dirt
a medical student who had just finished her studies to become a neurosurgeon. My
ed at the tallest building in town. At the top, the words Ratliff Airlines Group were writte
d me as l made my way tow
s, where are
and halted i
ffice, I have an
floor 29.
t behind the receptionist, the other on the far right. There were about a doze
eceptionist, she swivell
that elevator, plea
t when the other elevator was clear?. I p
tried to stop her
e down. The elevator door opened. As I stepped forward, a hand roughly pulled
s instantaneous. Manly voi
H
e you a
re you
shot through my cheekbone as a fist or an elbow grazed against it. I c
had seen, l was shoved towards the adjacent wall. My back hit the wall, the
stormed towards me in red stilettos and a bl
ou not to use that elevator? Now you have poured water
orr
ed between her lon
l man, who swatted his hand away. The way the water cascaded
f? This was Maxwell Ratliff, Bluewaters's bachelor bill
g that insole
y. He hefted me off my feet. My spine screamed in protest. Maxwell Ratliff's bad reputation made me plant my feet stubb
e met the blackest, madd
or?" A deep voice demanded. I touched my c
slapp
tears. They stared at me dubiously, their facial expressions were like: What's this girl talkin
en made up his mind. He moved his han
y before I lo
this time towards the
ey value their property, you can't just
rs, Frank gave me his handkerchief. I wiped my face,
k si
ere were y
for an interview only t
tended h
me see if l can direct you
ed my
my p
l will get it, just hand o
r from my pocket a
d it and han
you are supposed to go ne
left side. I felt stupid, l would r
your phone." He brought it
broken, but it i
." My phone
trudged towards the small gate, my hand on my aching tailbone.
ackdrop. The double wooden doors were ajar, l stepped in. The cool air from the fan
he one who loo
ct me to the manager
thumb over his shoulde
e expensive woo
me i
eautiful face with a wide smile gre
interviewee, Nora Reidy.
ising, a kind boss.
ted to t
tell me abou
n me. Nobody wanted to narrate their pover
dhood to date. She listened with rapt attention, her chin in he
got th
not? A knock landed on the door, and before Mrs Rat