Once again, I find myself facing the same person who had knocked me out before. I had mentally escaped that situation, but I can't recall how or what happened exactly. Yet, there I stand by the door, gazing at him.

"It may seem strange to show up at your house like this, but my employer would like to meet you," he said politely and respectfully.

So many questions flood my mind. I understand why she wants to meet me, but I can't shake off these inquiries.

How did she know where I live?

Why can't she come on her own?

Why must I go to her?

And many more questions...

Part of me wanted to follow him. After all, it could fulfill both my dreams: meeting the lady and securing my dream job. It would be like hitting two birds with one stone. I desperately needed this opportunity, but my pride as a man prevented me from accepting so easily. Finally, I gather my courage and confidently address the bodyguard.

"I appreciate the offer, but please convey to your employer that I have no intention of accompanying you or meeting her. I misunderstood the situation, and everything is fine now. There's no need for her to go through any further trouble," I assert confidently.

I know you must be wondering, "Why do that?" or "You have everything within reach." I understand, but I wanted this to happen on my terms, in a way that wouldn't label me as an opportunist.

Without uttering a word, the bodyguard retreats, and I retire to bed. I regret my decision afterward, but I still believe it was the right choice.

Morning arrives as swiftly as I closed my eyes to sleep. I hadn't truly slept well for two days, aside from the period of unconsciousness. I rise, pray, and get ready for the day. I first call David to recount my previous day's experience, then proceed to dial her number. "From this point on, I must maintain a professional approach," I reassure myself.

I dial her number, and she answers on the first ring. "Quite prompt," I think to myself. The conversation unfolds as follows:

***

Me: Good morning.

Her: Good morning. May I know who's calling, please?

Me: My name is Samuel. I received your contact from David. I was supposed to call yesterday, but I had a minor emergency that consumed my entire day. I apologize for reaching out only now.

Her: No problem. Although I expected your call yesterday, I also had a long day. Today works fine. I reviewed your resume, and it aligns with our requirements. Come to the office around 11 am, and we can discuss the remaining details.

Me: Alright, thank you so much. I truly appreciate this opportunity, and I assure you that you won't regret it.

Her: David spoke highly of you, and I trust his judgment. You're welcome. Goodbye.

***

I hang up the phone and prepare to meet her at her office. Finally, the moment to face her has arrived.

Upon reaching the organization, the HR department greets me and provides an orientation about the company, my job responsibilities, and my office. I inquire about an interview, but they inform me that I already have the job. I can hardly believe my ears—I actually got the job.

It's a monumental achievement: my dream job, a substantial salary package, and an appealing work environment. This is it. I have finally achieved success, or so I thought.

Still bubbling with excitement about my new job, she walks in. I am fully prepared to meet her, but her expression says otherwise, as she utters, "It's you?" The bodyguard also shares the same sentiment.

Will I get fired before I even begin working?

What will happen to him? Will he be fired or will he keep the job?

To be Continued...