"Sir?" She can not believe her ears. Idly she wonders if she would need to treat herself for some ear infection and also wonders if she would be able to afford it.

"Is anything the matter?" Mr Adeyanju again.

"Excuse me sir, but it seemed, just now, you said I'm hired."

"Yes, I did." He takes another deep breath and explains in a monotone "This is your real interview. You see, my dear, oftentimes we are privy to secrets of major importance. So we have to choose carefully, the kind of people we hire. We cannot afford to have desperate workers who can easily be bribed, rather we need strong and independent workers. So we test them." He picks a phone, dials a number and speaks quickly to someone over the phone, issuing commands. Then he nods.

"Yewande is waiting for you outside this building. Black convertible. She'll hand you your wardrobe allowance and take you shopping around the city. She's quite experienced and we can't have our employees dressed up in anything but the best. She'll also inform you of our staff bus routes and answer any questions you might have. Resume tomorrow. You're dismissed."

SEVERAL YEARS LATER...

Cynthia is a big girl now. Cruising the city and working 24 hours a day, six days a week. Sundays are not to be touched. Sundays are to kick back and relax. By sheer dint of hard work, and the appreciative bonuses and allowances of an impressed employer...

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