The drive home was a blur. James's hands gripped the steering wheel so tight his fingers ached, he kept replaying in his head that humiliating scene over and over. He decided to turn his phone to Do Not Disturb, wanting nothing more than to just think of what could have went wrong.
Something wasn't adding up though - he'd must have been reading someone else’s application because I’m I know I’m over qualified for that position.
Meanwhile, back at the office.
Mr. Peterson: Oh! No! Sh**!
The way he shouted out an explicit word everyone knew something wasn’t right. He'd mixed up James's application with another applicants, and now he was desperately trying to reach him James.
Mr. Peterson:: "Damn it!
After hearing James phone going to the voicemail for the fifth time. He grabbed his keys and burst out of his office.
Mr. Peterson: "I'm taking an early lunch, be right back.”
The receptionist looked at her watch.
Receptionist: "At 10:00?"
But Mr. Peterson was already running down the hallway. He had James's application in his hand, the address on the application was his last resort for fixing his human error. If he could just catch up with James and explain the mix-up, and maybe he could talk him into working for them.
To be continued...