Secrets of Lakefront House
CHAPTER 2 PROBLEM CONSECUTIVE

The next day, at exactly 8 am Jilena has arrived at the interview place. It looks like a lot of people are waiting their turn, sitting in long chairs. When her turn in the interview, Jilena stepped up with certainty and full of confidence as if convinced that she would get a job today.

Before long, he was seen walking out of the interview room with an annoyed face, looking angry and disappointed. Directly stepped out into the parking area where he parked the Toyota car that had been faithfully accompanied him.

"Stupid woman, damn it!" Jilena stuttered as she sat behind the wheel and slammed the door hard. "I didn't get the job." He put the key in the ignition and turned it around. Twelve-year-old Toyota's engine groaned several times, he tried again. "No no no!" he shouted, hitting his hand on the steering wheel. "I don't need this right now, damn it! Why go on strike?"

The scorching sun in July made the inside of the car feel like an oven, hot toasted. His long hair began to cling to the sweat dripping down his neck and onto his white silk blouse. He lowered the window of the car to release the stifling heat. The car engine is still not on add to his frustration today, as if consecutive misfortune befalls him.

This morning Jilena went to a job interview in a navy blue business suit, hoping to give her the best impression, but she could tell by the way the interviewer asked, and was being less interested, even the woman left without showing any reaction to Jilena, it seemed that she had already decided who she would hire.

Jilena tried to calm herself down in her car and prayed by crossing her fingers, she tried to restart her car a few times. It worked! The car finally roared on and sounded stable. Turning on the AC, setting the ac cold, he drove his car out of the place, headed home to the apartment.

"Sorry, but more people are reading online these days and it's having a bad impact on the company." Since that day, Jilena has sent out a hundred resumes and gone countless interviews, to her dismay, there has been no job offer. Until finally he felt desperate, he could not be picky anymore, immediately had to get a job.

Although the profession of reporter is the main choice, at this time if there is any work will be accepted, either as a secretary, bank teller, or store clerk if forced. A bachelor's degree in journalism and seven years of experience working in newspapers did not bring him a brilliant career. In fact, at this time if you have to work as a waiter or hotel work, there is no problem, the important thing is work!

"How's this? My savings are running low, soon they'll run out." He incubates. "This month's rent is too late for how many days, even I haven't paid the rent last month." The heavier the burden of his mind. Moreover, his car is now damaged and there is no money to repair it. Can't go to a job interview without transportation?

He parked the car in the courtyard of his apartment building and climbed the stairs outside the apartment on the third floor. As he approached, the fat manager wearing a shirt and shorts stood at the door attached to a piece of paper. Hufff...let alone this?