The time was 5:45P.M that evening when Mark rushed into the hospital. He headed straight to Doctor Dublin's office. As soon as he got to the stairs that led to the second floor where his office was, he spotted the doctor making his way down the stairs with his briefcase in his right hand.“Are you leaving?” Mark asked as they both halted and moved to the side of the stairs to allow others to pass.“ Yes, I have closed for the day. You have to return tomorrow. You were supposed to be here earlier.” The doctor said,“But I told you i was going to gather the money and would return before the day closes I didn't know You would be taking off so early.” Mark said with a beseeching tone.“ You should have called earlier or told me you were coming. There is nothing I can do again today. You have to return with the money tomorrow then we can begin her treatment.” The doctor declared in an unsympathetic tone.“Please can't you begin the treatment now? Please doctor. I had to go sell the onl

With a pinch of excitement ringing in his voice he picked up his phone and dialled Johnson's number he then placed the phone by his ear.“Man, what's up?” Mark asked as soon as Johson picked up the phone.“I'm good. And you?”“Guess what?” Mark said as he walked out of the restaurant with an envelope in his left hand.“I was about to call you about your mum’s surgery. It was successful and she is now better right? Because you sound happy”“No not my mum. But yeah, the surgery was successful however she still can not speak for now. The doctor said her recovery from the fall would be progressive. So there would be other subsequent treatments and payments.” Mark responded in a meager tone. The issue of his mums condition which Johnson had just brought up had drain down the little cheerfulness he had gotten after he passed the interview at the restaurant. “So there are other subsequent payments?”“Yeah, but thats not why I called. I went for an interview at the vacancy I told you abo

This was the first time he was going to be working under anyone to get paid. All his life his father had always provided him with the things he needed. He had never lacked anything and so there was no need to go look for a job to do somewhere. He arrived at Samanta restaurant at exactly 6:01 AM that morning as the boss had informed him to resume. He went straight to the kitchen and was given the kitchen apron and hat to put on. It came at first as a splash on his face and a hint of what was still coming when Macpherson, the head chef whom he met at the kitchen slicing some vegetables opened the one of the drawers at the top of the kitchen shelve, he pulled out a waste bin nylon and threw it at Mark harshly and straightforwardly said.“ The waste.”“You said?” Mark asked in astonishment as he picked up the nylon which fell from his body to the floor.“ Empty the waste bin alongside the one we used yesterday.” McPherson said pointing to the waste bin basket at the back of the large

“ You must work for complete eight hours and inform me before closing ok?” The head chef said that morning as soon as he resumed work. The following day. Mark, who was fuming with anger that morning, didn't respond. He just nodded his head affirmatively. In his mind he compared the age of the head chef to his. Even from his physical stature, he looked far older than the head chef.Mark continued with his daily activities at the restaurant that Monday Friday morning. His objective was to leave early that morning so he could go look for an apartment which he could rent for himself and his mum as he had discussed with Jason the previous day as he had discussed earlier on with.The time was eleven o'clock that morning after they had finished preparing all the dishes which children was on the roaster for that particular Friday. Mark noticed that the orders that were coming from the restaurant were dual of the numbers of the attendants that were there so he decided to leave the kitchen to