Chapter 43: All Double Digits
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Emma was really glad to have Emilia visit her because unlike Karen she actually had a lot in common with her.
Sure Karen was her childhood friend and the two had attended the same school up to high school but they never really had anything in common.
She had met Emilia at the university as the two happened to be in the same department, the department of journalism, and from the first day they met during a lecture, they had bonded.
Right now the two women were sitting on the couch in the living room as Emilia was helping her paint her nails.
"So how did the interview go?" Emilia asked.
"Huh?"
"The one you told me you had this week, that's the reason why you're still here," Emilia said.
"Oh, the interview was rescheduled to next week because of what happened to me," Emma said.
"You called them to reschedule it and they said yes," Emilia said with a surprised expression on her face.
"No, I wasn't the one that called them," Emma said, pulling up her right hand in front of Emilia after she was done with her left hand.
"Who called them then?" Emilia asked before dipping the small brush in the tiny container filled with pink nail paint.
"Clark," Emma answered.
"Who's Clark?" Emilia asked as she started painting from her thumb.
"Dave's friend."
"Dave's friend?"
"He's also his contract agent and a lot of other things that I don't know," Emma said with an awkward expression on his face.
"And you're sure that he convinced them to reschedule the date for your interview," Emilia said.
"Yeah, I got an email from them confirming that the interview had been moved to Monday next week," Emma said. "I was just as shocked as you are now."
"He sure has some skills."
"Huh?"
"I mean Clark, the one that helped you reschedule your interview," Emilia said.
"Yeah, he does," Emma said with a nod. "So how did your interview go? It's crazy that we both got job opportunities the same week and then mine had to be rescheduled."
"I….got the job," Emilia said with a smile.
"You did?"
"Yeah, I'm starting next week," Emilia said with a nod.
"You got the job and you didn't even bother to tell me."
"I wanted to tell you in person," Emilia said.
"So, what did they give you?" Emma asked.
The happy expression on Emilia's face quickly vanished as soon as Emma asked that question.
"What's wrong?" Emma asked.
"I wanted sports Emma, you know how much I love sports reporting, it was all I wanted," Emilia said, biting her lower lip.
"Hey, calm down, just tell me what niche they assigned to you," Emma said.
'
"Education," Emilia stated with an unpleasant look on her face.
"You wrote an article project about the education system that won the best project award, you will clearly do well in that area," Emma said.
"I know Emma but I wanted sports, I also write good sports articles."
"Why did they refuse to give you sports?" Emma inquired.
"She said they already had enough sports reporters and the reason why they were hiring me was to fill up the education reporting unit," Emilia explained.
"Oh," Emma said.
She was about to say something when the door was suddenly pushed open for Dave to walk into the house.
"Hey, where have you been?" Emma asked as she seemed to have gotten him off her mind for the period she had been with Emilia.
"At the garage," Dave said, quickly making his way upstairs.
He didn't even turn to her to answer that question and judging by the look on his face, Emma knew that he was upset over something.
"Is he okay?" Emilia asked after he had gone upstairs.
"He usually has these mood swings, it's definitely something about football." Emma articulated.
"Oh."
"Don't worry, I'll talk to him later."
Dave had gone straight to his room with anger still burning in his heart.
He had called his father immediately after that call with coach Norman but for some reason, he didn't seem to be picking up his call.
He had his phone in his hands now as he was calling his father's number again but after ringing, there was still no response.
He dropped the phone on the bed and let out a deep sigh before crashing on the bed.
'One match that I am supposed to be part of because I am clearly not down with any form of injury.'
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Emma was really glad to have Emilia visit her because unlike Karen she actually had a lot in common with her.
Sure Karen was her childhood friend and the two had attended the same school up to high school but they never really had anything in common.
She had met Emilia at the university as the two happened to be in the same department, the department of journalism, and from the first day they met during a lecture, they had bonded.
Right now the two women were sitting on the couch in the living room as Emilia was helping her paint her nails.
"So how did the interview go?" Emilia asked.
"Huh?"
"The one you told me you had this week, that's the reason why you're still here," Emilia said.
"Oh, the interview was rescheduled to next week because of what happened to me," Emma said.
"You called them to reschedule it and they said yes," Emilia said with a surprised expression on her face.
"No, I wasn't the one that called them," Emma said, pulling up her right hand in front of Emilia after she was done with her left hand.
"Who called them then?" Emilia asked before dipping the small brush in the tiny container filled with pink nail paint.
"Clark," Emma answered.
"Who's Clark?" Emilia asked as she started painting from her thumb.
"Dave's friend."
"Dave's friend?"
"He's also his contract agent and a lot of other things that I don't know," Emma said with an awkward expression on his face.
"And you're sure that he convinced them to reschedule the date for your interview," Emilia said.
"Yeah, I got an email from them confirming that the interview had been moved to Monday next week," Emma said. "I was just as shocked as you are now."
"He sure has some skills."
"Huh?"
"I mean Clark, the one that helped you reschedule your interview," Emilia said.
"Yeah, he does," Emma said with a nod. "So how did your interview go? It's crazy that we both got job opportunities the same week and then mine had to be rescheduled."
"I….got the job," Emilia said with a smile.
"You did?"
"Yeah, I'm starting next week," Emilia said with a nod.
"You got the job and you didn't even bother to tell me."
"I wanted to tell you in person," Emilia said.
"So, what did they give you?" Emma asked.
The happy expression on Emilia's face quickly vanished as soon as Emma asked that question.
"What's wrong?" Emma asked.
"I wanted sports Emma, you know how much I love sports reporting, it was all I wanted," Emilia said, biting her lower lip.
"Hey, calm down, just tell me what niche they assigned to you," Emma said.
'
"Education," Emilia stated with an unpleasant look on her face.
"You wrote an article project about the education system that won the best project award, you will clearly do well in that area," Emma said.
"I know Emma but I wanted sports, I also write good sports articles."
"Why did they refuse to give you sports?" Emma inquired.
"She said they already had enough sports reporters and the reason why they were hiring me was to fill up the education reporting unit," Emilia explained.
"Oh," Emma said.
She was about to say something when the door was suddenly pushed open for Dave to walk into the house.
"Hey, where have you been?" Emma asked as she seemed to have gotten him off her mind for the period she had been with Emilia.
"At the garage," Dave said, quickly making his way upstairs.
He didn't even turn to her to answer that question and judging by the look on his face, Emma knew that he was upset over something.
"Is he okay?" Emilia asked after he had gone upstairs.
"He usually has these mood swings, it's definitely something about football." Emma articulated.
"Oh."
"Don't worry, I'll talk to him later."
Dave had gone straight to his room with anger still burning in his heart.
He had called his father immediately after that call with coach Norman but for some reason, he didn't seem to be picking up his call.
He had his phone in his hands now as he was calling his father's number again but after ringing, there was still no response.
He dropped the phone on the bed and let out a deep sigh before crashing on the bed.
'One match that I am supposed to be part of because I am clearly not down with any form of injury.'
Emma was really glad to have Emilia visit her because unlike Karen she actually had a lot in common with her.Sure Karen was her childhood friend and the two had attended the same school up to high school but they never really had anything in common.She had met Emilia at the university as the two happened to be in the same department, the department of journalism, and from the first day they met during a lecture, they had bonded.Right now the two women were sitting on the couch in the living room as Emilia was helping her paint her nails."So how did the interview go?" Emilia asked."Huh?""The one you told me you had this week, that's the reason why you're still here," Emilia said."Oh, the interview was rescheduled to next week because of what happened to me," Emma said."You called them to reschedule it and they said yes," Emilia said with a surprised expression on her face."No, I wasn't the one that called them," Emma said, pulling up her right hand in front of Emilia after she was done with her left hand."Who called them then?" Emilia asked before dipping the small brush in the tiny container filled with pink nail paint."Clark," Emma answered."Who's Clark?" Emilia asked as she started painting from her thumb."Dave's friend.""Dave's friend?""He's also his contract agent and a lot of other things that I don't know," Emma said with an awkward expression on his face."And you're sure that he convinced them to reschedule the date for your interview," Emilia said."Yeah, I got an email from them confirming that the interview had been moved to Monday next week," Emma said. "I was just as shocked as you are now.""He sure has some skills.""Huh?""I mean Clark, the one that helped you reschedule your interview," Emilia said."Yeah, he does," Emma said with a nod. "So how did your interview go? It's crazy that we both got job opportunities the same week and then mine had to be rescheduled.""I.got the job," Emilia said with a smile."You did?""Yeah, I'm starting next week," Emilia said with a nod."You got the job and you didn't even bother to tell me.""I wanted to tell you in person," Emilia said."So, what did they give you?" Emma asked.The happy expression on Emilia's face quickly vanished as soon as Emma asked that question."What's wrong?" Emma asked."I wanted sports Emma, you know how much I love sports reporting, it was all I wanted," Emilia said, biting her lower lip."Hey, calm down, just tell me what niche they assigned to you," Emma said.'"Education," Emilia stated with an unpleasant look on her face."You wrote an article project about the education system that won the best project award, you will clearly do well in that area," Emma said."I know Emma but I wanted sports, I also write good sports articles.""Why did they refuse to give you sports?" Emma inquired."She said they already had enough sports reporters and the reason why they were hiring me was to fill up the education reporting unit," Emilia explained."Oh," Emma said.She was about to say something when the door was suddenly pushed open for Dave to walk into the house."Hey, where have you been?" Emma asked as she seemed to have gotten him off her mind for the period she had been with Emilia."At the garage," Dave said, quickly making his way upstairs.He didn't even turn to her to answer that question and judging by the look on his face, Emma knew that he was upset over something."Is he okay?" Emilia asked after he had gone upstairs."He usually has these mood swings, it's definitely something about football." Emma articulated."Oh.""Don't worry, I'll talk to him later."Dave had gone straight to his room with anger still burning in his heart.He had called his father immediately after that call with coach Norman but for some reason, he didn't seem to be picking up his call.He had his phone in his hands now as he was calling his father's number again but after ringing, there was still no response.He dropped the phone on the bed and let out a deep sigh before crashing on the bed. 'One match that I am supposed to be part of because I am clearly not down with any form of injury.'
