Stop that sis
Tope climbed down from her car and hung her bag. Then, she walked briskly into the building in front. At the lobby, the security man stopped her. “Where are you going, Ma’am?” he asked, his two hands in the air. “I have an interview with XYZ tech,” she said, “And I’m almost late.” “You? How?” he asked, looking at curiously her from top to bottom. She was wearing a bright tee shirt and fitting denim trousers. Her hair was a large afro ball. Her eyes widened and she stepped back a little, accidentally stamping her Nike sneakers. Fiddling with her bag, she brought out her iPad and showed him the invite she had gotten the week before. It read, “Dear Tope, we are very pleased with your application and have decided to invite you for an interview. The venue is at XYZ headquarters and we would like you to come in by 9 am. Thank you.” He looked at her, still not convinced. “Madam, the interview today is for full stack developers o. It’s next week that they’re interviewing for a...