A few days later....
Faith
The days go by, and nothing gets better, I have increasingly violent nausea, I spend all my mornings with my head in the toilet, I have more and more trouble eating, fatigue is killing me, I spend all my days in bed...
This morning I have an appointment with the agency, it seems they have a truck for me, finally...
After the morning routine, several minutes to vomit, I take my bath, I get ready without forgetting to take a cracker and I get in the taxi towards the agency. Arrival there, I am received instantly
Me: hello sir
Him: hello miss, we called you because there is a company that plans to open a subsidiary here, they are based in England and have subsidiaries all over the world, they want the best, and I see in your CV that you have work
