Ivory needed no one to tell her that crying would not solve anything. She took her sunglasses from the bag and wore them.

If she was going to find a job, she should at least look beautiful and charming, and also irresistible to anyone who sees her.

The first place she saw needed a cleaner. She should not consider it, but at least she might as well get the appointment and show her Dad while also looking for another one.

'Hello there'. She waved at the receptionist.

'Hello'. She didn't bother to raise her head from the book she was scribbling on. That looks rude- Ivory thought.

'I saw the board outside, it seems you need someone to work for you'. Ivory adjusted her sunglasses.

'Yes…' the woman said absentmindedly.

'I was hoping I might try it out'. Ivory said flippantly.

'You can if you want'. The woman continued writing.

'I think it is courtesy for you to at least look at the person that you are speaking with. Don't you think it is rude?' Ivory said coldly, trying all she could to keep her voice low.

At once the woman dropped her pen and looked at Ivory. She shook her head before folding her arms on her chest.

'You are here for a job?' She asked as if Ivory had been saying a different thing all the while.

'Yes, I thought I said it when I came in'. Ivory demonstrated with her hand.

'Oh, you are not bad either. It is great to have you here'. She accessed Ivory.

'What do you mean?' Ivory faked a smile.

'I mean you are looking more gorgeous than those I have seen today. Maybe you will be lucky to get the job'. She said again, a warm smile on her face.

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'I don't feel like it. The cleaning job is disgusting, and it is the last thing I would ever do. I just thought about getting the job and thinking about it. Dad would not allow me to stay in the house if I don't go home with an appointment letter. It doesn't matter what job it is as long as I get the appointment letter, right?' All the while Ivory had been looking out of the door, not the least aware that the woman was not listening to her.

'Hello?' Ivory tapped the table to get her attention.

'You are disturbing me. Can't you see I am doing something?' The woman screamed.

'I am sorry, but the fact that you have a job does not mean you should yell at me. I will come back with the appointment letter and flung it in your face'. Ivory held her bag closer to her arm.

The woman looked at her angrily before starting to count her fingers again.

Ivory walked inside. She met some people already sitting there. She sat down gently, waiting to be called.

'Hello, I am Draco'. A man sat closer to her, a wide grin on his face.

'I am here for a job, when will I be called?' Ivory gave him a disapproving look through her glasses.

'You came last, I am not sure you will be called today'. He smiled again.

'What do you mean last?' Ivory asked, confused.

'We all came before you, so it is obvious we will be interviewed before you'. Draco pointed to the other people sitting around.

A quick glance at them made Ivory realize they were not less than a hundred.

'What are you applying for?' She asked curiously.

'The job you are here for, of course!'

'Cleaner?' Ivory asked in surprise.

'Yes. I have no choice, getting this is my only hope'. He touched his chest.

'Wow! So, you mean everyone here wants to be a cleaner?'

'Yes, and they are only selecting one person. It is going to be highly competitive'. Draco said.

'What competition is in cleaning?' Ivory asked in disgust.

'I have done a lot of practice, and I have a lot of experience. I have cleaned for twenty top supermarkets, a few companies too, so I am sure I will be selected. I can bet anything on that'. Ivory for once took a look at the man talking to her.

He had wrinkles on his face, his face was hairy due to a long time of not shaving. His hair was white already. A quick calculation made Ivory realize he was not less than fifty years old.

'I am twenty five'. He said as if reading her mind.

'Twenty five? And you are looking this old?' Ivory asked in disbelief.

'Sorry for how I look, but it is one of the tricks I use, looking young is going to deny me the job'. He laughed.

'That means you have been cleaning all your life, since you have cleaned for twenty… er..'

'Twenty top supermarkets'. Draco reminded.

'If you work in a supermarket for at least a year, that means you have been cleaning since you were five?' She asked wide-eyed.

'Not that. Think whatever you want, but that is just to show you how long I have been cleaning'. He smiled as his name was called.

Ivory stared at his back.

He soon came back with a smile, a sheet in his hand.

'I got this'. He showed her the appointment letter.

'That means all of us here have no place?' Ivory cried.

'I am sorry, yes. But you might save yourself the bother of waiting and start looking for another job'. He advised, with a smile on his face.

'I am tired of this!' Ivory said and stood up, carrying her bag.

'This is my hundredth time looking for a job, only one has been successful so far'. Draco said as they walked outside.

'But…. You are confusing me!' Ivory said, looking at him.

'I actually have not worked anywhere, except in the house. Mom makes me clean the house everyday, so it is a qualification'. He laughed, holding his ribs.