Katey arrived at the hospital in downtown St. Louis promptly at 9:00. She walked into the bright, white hospital and asked a nurse where she was supposed to go. Katey was dressed in a tan business suit. She sat down outside an office. There were a few other women applying for the job as a secretary at the hospital also. Katey politely introduced herself to the young woman next to her and made small talk. There were a few men across the hall applying for a job as a janitor. A handsome, dark-skinned man dressed in an old suit came down the hall and said hello to everyone.
He looks familiar. Katey thought. The man was wearing a red tie. He had a Cuban accent. Just as Katey was going to ask the man's name, a lady came out and said, "Katherine Jackson, you're first."
Katey got up and walked into the office.
"Hello, I'm Katey," she said entering the room. She shook the lady's hand and sat down.
"Hello, Katherine," the woman said. "You liked to be called Katey?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Wonderful, that's my daughter's name. I'm Mrs. Kent."
"Hello, Mrs. Kent."
The rest of the interview went pretty well. Mrs. Kent thought Katey was a wonderful person. She would be in touch the next day.
By the time Katey got outside, the Cuban man was gone. Nah, that couldn't be Javier. Why would he be in St. Louis, or America even?