My Only One's

Occupations

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Amara half dropped a laundry basket filled with bed covers and pillowcases. Also some bathrobes and towels that he took from some rooms.

The Trolli he was carrying was as full of things as well. Dirty containers and garbage, as well as leftover food left by visitors overnight.

For one week he worked in a hotel around the Eiffel Tower, to fill his free time while waiting for news of graduation from campus.

Not according to his expectations as a student, but enough to add to the experience. Just like his three classmates who also work at the same place.

"How long have you been working here?" Amara asked.

"I'm six months, Abigail and Catherine about five months." Piere.

"And every day you work like this?"

"Yes what else? There are not many places that accept students to work other than on weekends, while we need money to survive. Know for yourself the cost of eating and renting an apartment here is very expensive." Abigail.

"Your parents?"

"Just let them send for tuition fees as they can. There is no need to think about how we live. After all my mother was just a single parent with a small income in the suburbs, unable to support all needs."

"You're Cath?" Amara turned to another friend.

"More or less the same. If we don't work, then who? It's not funny if I have to fight with my sisters." The red-haired girl laughed.

They had never been this familiar before. In addition to just for college, the four students also rarely gather. Especially towards the end of the year like this, they do not have much time to relax. Because in addition to campus activities and lectures are increasingly crowded, also the last months where they work is one of the most crowded hotels ahead of a vacation like this.

And Amara really only found out about her friends after this one week they worked in the same shift.

"Other than here, have you ever worked anywhere?" then he asked again, curious about the next thing he might hear.

"I work part-time at a pizza parlor." Abigail replied, with her hands that did not stop sorting out the items she was going to clean in the washing machine.

"You're Cath?"

"Ear in the cafe, but there the salary is small, just enough to eat. As for the apartment rental, I had to search again. Sometimes I replace friends in the mini market."

"You've been working hard since college, haven't you?"

"not again. Piere since High School, right?"

"really?"

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't be able to go to college here." The man who tidied up the clean cloths replied.

"Are you not tired?"

"Did you joke? of course tired. Where is there work that is not tired? If our parents were more capable, of course we would just focus on college."

Amara nodded her head.

"How are you?" Now Abigail asked.

"What about?"

"Where did you work? I rarely see you other than on campus?"

"Me?"

The girl with brown hair nodded.

"I just ...."

"Just waiting for a delivery from your parents, huh? How lucky. They must be so rich they can send you out of the country."

"Mh ...."

"Thank God for that, because not everyone is as lucky as you. Most of us could go to college because of scholarships, and had to work very hard even to survive. And I'll do anything to get what you got."

Amara stunned.

"Then what are you doing here? Spending time with this kind of exhaustion, because I'm sure you've never worked before?"

"I ...."

"Ehm ...." A manager showed up to check things out.

"I'm sorry, I have to go back and check out those empty rooms. Dozens of guests have already checked out today, and other guests will check in soon. I'm sure we'll work hard for a few weeks." Catherine took the trolli out of the laundry room.

"You're with Amara too?" He looked at her first.

"Yes, come on." Amara followed.

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Clarra observed every move of the man in front of her. Who in the last few weeks has not behaved as usual to him, but to others he is very friendly.

Have lunch with other employees from several divisions, and look familiar. They could even laugh out loud and there was no awkwardness at all.

There was no one to accompany him, as usual. No one ever approached or at least asked him to speak. And everything went as before.

"Excuse me Ma?" An employee came to him.

"Yes?" Clarra turned and she felt a little relieved. Finally someone asked him to talk.

"For this file can I ask for at least two more days?" The woman was a bit hesitant.

Clarra was silent for a moment. His heart was a little disappointed, as the conversation was not what he expected.

"I'm sorry, if I couldn't I would ...."

"Which file is it?" But then he asked.

"File for cooperation agreement."

"Why do you ask for two more days? Aren't you used to doing things like this? Is there a problem?"

"Actually not really."

"Why should you ask for more time for two days? Is that not a waste of time?"

"There are some files that we have to work on, and I don't think we can do them at the same time."

"That's how to finish first one-on-one."

"We're trying, ma'am, but for the time being please add more."

"You can't afford it?" Clarra's voice rose an octave that made the entire canteen room suddenly become silent and a gaze was fixed on her.

Even stopped his eating activities.

"Sa-couple ma'am, it's just that we need extra time" replied the employee.

Clarra was silent for a while. He stood there staring at the woman.

"How many people are your team?" Then he asked again.

"Six of the Ma'am."

"How many file projects do you have to work on?"

"About twelve Mum."

"That means one person two files, it should be able to be completed on time."

"Yes ma'am, sorry."

Clarra exhaled loudly.

"You're making my appetite go away." He shifted the plate containing his lunch to the middle of the table.

"Sorry Mom."

"One person, two files should have been completed since yesterday. The two days I gave them were enough. That's standard time to finish it. But don't know why you can't go after him. Are you not capable?"

Everyone seemed to be holding their breath. Those are sacred words that Clarra usually says before there will be some employees who are fired.

"I asked, You and the team are not capable?" The woman repeated her question.

"Couldn't Mom."

"Then why do something like this just ask for extra time? Aren't we used to working quickly and efficiently?"

"You know, the Nikolai Group was famous for its uncomplicated process. The bureaucracy is not convoluted so many projects can be started quickly. We are famous for never rambling in the workmanship of every cooperation project. But because of your delay like this can make others too late. Know how many billions of dollars are lost in vain because of this kind of thing?"

The officer was silent.

"Tell two seconds only our losses a lot. So it's best not to repeat this kind of thing again."

"Hurry up, the next morning should be on my desk. Otherwise, I'll make sure sp 3 gets to your table and the team."

"Good Mom." The officer left immediately.

"Huh, basic. I thought this was a school exam, could it just be delayed?" Clarra got up while picking up some of her belongings at the table.

Then he lifted the food that was still intact to return to the top floor of the building where he worked. And his malan taste was completely gone.

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