Not a Substitute

H1 DARK

Ariel stepped quickly towards somewhere. I can't be late. Ariel is about to apply for a job as someone's personal assistant.

Who her? Ariel doesn't know either. All he knew was that he should be able to get the job.

Arriving at the interview venue, Ariel could see not only her applying for this job but many other applicants.

One by one the applicants were called. 

Now it's Ariel's turn. Ariel introduced herself. “My name is Ariel.” 

Meanwhile next to the interview room, there was an eye on the applicants. 

“Apply this time beautiful-beautiful.”

“This is not a princess selection event.”

“Incoming applicants are now attractive. Body is good.”

“I need assistant. Not model.” 

“There have been many applicants, but why is there no one suitable? What are your terms?”

“Free one. Man.”

The person who heard it only snorted annoyedly. Hundreds of applicants have been interviewed but none have matched.

But when Ariel comes in and introduces herself.

“That's him. He will be my assistant. Tell him to work from now.” The man took out a stick and extended it. He started walking while moving the stick in front of him.

Abu contacted the interviewer and told him that Ariel was chosen.

“Ariel. Congratuations. You're accepted to work from this second. Please go to the next room. For other applicants are allowed to go home,” said the interviewer who began to tidy up the items in front of him.

Ariel immediately headed to the next room. He saw a blind man walking. 

“Now you will help him,” Abu said.

Ariel was confused by her task. But Ariel kept walking next to the man named Vincent. The man who became the boss.

“Be careful. There are stairs in front,” said Ariel.

The driver opened the door for Vincent. Ariel walked with Vincent.

“Welcome to our store Mr. Vincent.” The store clerk welcomed Vincent kindly and kindly.

“Take shoes for ... What's your name?”

“My name is Ariel, Mr.”

“Take shoes for Ariel.”

“Good. Please Mr. Vincent sit down for a moment. We will soon bring shoes for miss Ariel.” The waiter went looking for shoes and the other waiter accompanied them to enter the VVIP waiting room.

Ariel who for a lifetime has never entered a branded shoe store is amazed. Usually he will buy shoes on the market or through online which the most expensive price is 50 thousand. Not to mention the exclusive waiting room for their important guests.

The waiter brought a variety of shoes for Ariel. Ariel saw the price. Waw. Ten million. In the market can get 200 pairs of shoes. A lifetime is not used up either.

“Master, I don't have this much money. The price of the shoes is too expensive.” Ariel is bokek.

“I bought it for you. Heel your right shoe is taken off, right? Choose the one you like.”

How does Mr Vincent know? He can't see. On his way to the interview venue, heel Ariel's shoes were taken off. Ariel, pressed for time, decides to keep wearing her broken shoes.

“Thank you, Mr.” Ariel tried and picked one pair that fit on her leg.

The waiter wrapped up Ariel's old shoes. Once again Ariel thanked me. “Thank you, Mr.”

They arrive at Vincent's house. Ariel saw the American-style house. The biggest house he's ever seen.

“Ariel ..” The driver surprised Ariel. Ariel hurriedly got out of the car and accompanied Vincent who had walked a few steps. 

Upon entering the interior of the house, Ariel was also amazed. Various paintings are plastered on the walls.

Ariel accompanied Vincent to his room. He was confused whether he could enter or not. 

“Come.”

Ariel went into the room.