HOPELESS

I am wearing a crown of confidence and a cheerful demeanour as I stroll into the building. To my surprise, the hotel doesn't appear to be as tiny and inexpensive as the advertisement suggested. It's quite a high-class hotel Although it is not a five-star hotel, it isn't as low-brow as I had envisaged. I'm sorry, but it seems like the boss is merely stingy and exploits the workers. All the same, I need employment. The little dimes they are offering, though small, will be just crucial as long as I pocket them monthly. After being checked out at the entrance and being told to go to the hall, I tightly clutch my résumé to my chest and walk into the elevator.

Walking out of the elevator, I tap my feet on the sparkling tiles in the direction I was directed to. I get to the door and knock gently, and after a voice ushers me in from the inside, I push the door open.

I stride in, but I get glued-thunderstruck on the spot! Like, how many vacant slots were stated on the website? Only one, right