Perhaps I should say 'stereotypical'. Lexie stood clinging to my hand like a drowning man to a life-raft and we half watched the ducks ignoring the br...ad thrown to them by enthusiastic children. Her harshly indrawn breath alerted me to their approach and we both got to our feet and walked round the pond toward them.He was tall, distinguished-looking, exquisitely tailored, but almost gaunt. She, slim and elegant, her trouser suit perfect on her but her face, despite expert make-up, was. The only thing worse than someone tryingto force you to do something you don't want to do is when they trulybelieve it's for your own good...The following day I rise early- earning myself much teasing from dad- andcarefully pick my look for the day. After pulling on my favourite bra andthong, I carefully pin my hair back, exposing my new earrings, and applya moderately thick layer of make-up- thick mascara and eyeliner, but palesilver eye shadow and pink lipstick. I redo my nails in a dark. You just surprised me,” she caught Col’s eye. “Us.”Col reached for my hand and smiled. “It’s all right, Willi, I know you would not betray us.”I looked between them – this was going to surprise them too. “I also met Mr. Watling.”Mutti Frida gave me a puzzled look. “In Germany?”I shook my head. “No – on the train, yesterday.”“Why would he want to meet you.”I explained that I had seen him at the station when I left, although I didn’t know who he was. Then he’d sat down opposite me on the train. Ashraf introduced Naima to the man as the candidate for the Manager role, and wished Naima good luck for her interview and went out of the room.The MD introduced himself as Mr. Jalil and asked Naima to sit down. The interview started with some basic talks such as education and prior experiences, and slowly moved towards the position in question. Almost everything matched with the type of job Naima sought for and was happily acknowledging the duties. Suddenly, the conversation hit a bump when.