Breathing out heavily, I sat down on an empty seat outside an office. I glanced at both sides and saw people holding folders and envelopes. Like me, they were also wearing a lanyard, each bearing a card labeled 'Applicants.'
So, I guess I wasn't the only one who came rushing here to apply for a job.
Checking on myself, I dusted off some dirt from my pants, and then I combed my hair with my fingers to bring it back into place after that road incident earlier. I reached into my bag to find my phone, using it as a mirror to check if there was any mess on my face. Certainly, an applicant with disheveled hair and a dirty face is not desirable.
Wait a minute!
Peering into my bag, my eyes widened in surprise. "Where in the world is my diary?" I muttered to myself anxiously.
A woman in her co
