His Elusive Antidote

her department head as her headache was pounding fiercely. She spent the morning

studies to support their youngest. She had only returned home the pr

table with two chairs in front. Besides the flower vases and glass windows on each side,

hed her water to ease her headache, realizing that conducting interviews in this state wouldn’t be i

ng with honors. She enjoyed speaking with the applicants, but some seemed unprepared. Instead of just interv

ion, with only one folder left,

. She looked at him for a moment; his face seemed familiar

-” she quickly opened his fold

eplied. She stared at his resume for a

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vast world, it seemed impossible for two people who had parted ways to meet again. And he was the last perso

to reality when she felt

your seat,” she said, as the man was still sta

r stomach, as if butterflies were flying aroun

tried to be casual in front of him; she needed to be professional.

t seemed he had nothing else to say. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow as she wrote down his answer, e

st want a job?” He

almost wanted to pull her hair out becaus

is folder and

le want this job that you’re applying for, and you came here, telling me that you just wanted a job?

is is my first time

is resume copy; this conversation was going nowhere, especially wit

you’re chosen. Thank yo

ted or not? So I won’t have to wait?” He arroga

him, she just smiled. “Mi

ndication that he was waiting

ng, held onto that promise, then all

her question, but nev

t y

’ll experience that if you’re looki

y point miss, and I love the idea. Well anyway, I’ll wait for the call then,” the man said, standing up and headin

led. “Elara, long