Interview on the 9th
I hopped out of the car before it even came to a complete stop leaving my Bolt driver wondering what kind of lunatic I was. I was beyond caring. This was my one chance of getting my dream job and I was almost late for the interview. I really should check my mail more often, , I thought as I sprinted the short distance from the car park to the revolving doors of the building. I would have missed the interview if I hadn't randomly opened my mail the previous night. I ran into the lobby of the high rise building that houses David Adejumo and Company and a dozen other firms. I forced myself to relax as I approached the front desk for directions to the accounting firm.