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Young writers and engineers wanted, screamed the newspapers. There had been resignations en masse and a sudden short flow of skilled workers in the petrochemical industry. Freelance writers of promise and great potential were asked to attend interviews lasting fifteen minutes. They were hired on the spot, some fired a fortnight later. This was where your young talent shone and blossomed or suffocated and passed on by. As to the engineers, they were most well paid, and knew the fat bonus that awaited them at the end included also relocation opportunities. Cowboys, itinerant workers were discouraged from applying. Hungry people were scrambling for the newly advertised vacancies, would walk miles, wear their best clothes and get to the offices, breathless with excitement. The headline writers, who had painted a stark, if true picture of the financial world of the last seven days, inspired the positive thinkers to respond with action. Some were turned down on the spot as too pushy and brash and cannot spell for trash! She was in the best of health and her spirit soared in the upper echelons of the hemisphere. She shook off her nervousness and anxiety and smiled and laughed her way back into the action. A good writer once wrote that beautiful models were only fancied by introverts and p****. He felt the strong beauty of a most attractive woman. She was there twenty minutes before him and the older men and women came much later. He had found out that same morning her age and could not wait until the next date. On the week-end, Indonesian hawkers were making a killing and wads of foreign cash swapped hands. He was knackered and needed a change of activity.
