A Harsh Encounter on the Sidewalk
The woman swung her leg forward and kicked the paper coffee cup, spattering silver and bronze coins across the concrete pavement.
The older woman sitting on the ground pulled her coat tightly around her shoulders as the coins rolled toward the street curb.
Standing directly above her, the applicant pointed her finger downward and shouted at the woman to move out of the walkway.
The older woman looked up with wide eyes and explained softly that she could not stand on her feet for very long.
The applicant adjusted the black leather portfolio tucked under her arm and shifted her weight on her high heels.
She told the woman that she was already late and demanded that she move somewhere else immediately.
The older woman remained seated on the hard floor, clutching her hands near her chest while staring at the scattered change.
Gathering Scattered Coins
The older woman leaned forward and reached out with both hands, scooping the scattered coins back into a small pile on the ground.
The applicant stood above her with her hand placed firmly on her hip, looking down as the woman gathered her money piece by piece.
She told the older woman that the coins were spilled because she refused to listen to her demands.
The applicant then leaned down slightly and mentioned her upcoming job interview on the upper floor of the building.
She mocked the older woman, telling her that she would never understand the kind of high-level position she was applying for upstairs.
The older woman looked up from the sidewalk and calmly replied that she understood the interview far better than expected.
An Unexpected Arrival in the Conference Room
Minutes later, the applicant sat comfortably at a polished wood conference table inside the glass office room on the upper floor.
She smoothed down her white suit jacket and folded her hands neatly over a printed resume resting on the wooden table.
The heavy glass door opened behind her, and footsteps echoed against the clean tiled floor of the hallway.
The older woman walked into the room, wearing a tailored black suit jacket, matching trousers, and holding an electronic tablet in her hand.
The applicant pushed her chair back abruptly and stood up, her mouth open as the executive approached the head of the table.
The executive pulled out the leather desk chair, sat down calmly, and instructed the applicant to take her seat across from her.
Confronting the Truth
The applicant stood motionless beside her chair, asking where the real interviewer was located.
The executive looked up from her tablet, folded her hands together on the desk, and reminded her of kicking the cup on the sidewalk outside.
The applicant leaned over the wooden desk, pressing her hands together in a pleading gesture as her face tightened.
She pleaded for the job opportunity, explaining how much she needed the position at the company.
The executive picked up the printed resume, slid it across the sleek wooden surface, and pointed toward the door.
The applicant picked up her paper document, turned away from the conference table, and walked out through the glass door into the hallway.
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