“No. I haven’t got a call from them yet. Toyota Cars called me yesterday,” Bob said.
“Okay. No problem. My cousin will come here tomorrow for his resume. He is looking for a job, too.”
Bob Stone was twenty five. Garth was his college friend who got a job as a branch manager at Starbucks. Bob was doing well in his first job as an accountant at Boeing until he got laid off due to recession.
“I’ll pay you the rent soon,” he assured Garth as he took the car key from his hand.
“Hey, just pass that interview,” Garth said, laughing.
Bob smiled and stepped on the accelerator. He was rehearsing some Questions and Answers in his mind as he drove.
Bob parked the car at the basement of Ebony towers. He rushed to the lift and pressed the button “15.” When the door was closing, he noticed a memory card lying on the floor. He quickly picked it up and checked if it was damaged or not. He read the details: “Panasonic, SDHC, Class 6, 32GB. “ A hint of excitement flashed across his face. “Hmm. Finders keepers, losers weepers. Thirty two gigabytes? This is a fortune,” he thought, keeping it in the outside pocket of his black leather computer bag.
The lift stopped at the third floor and three heavy men hopped in. They buzzed in the seemingly cramped space until the fifteenth floor.
Bob reached the office ten minutes before his interview. The pretty secretary took his name and said, “Please take a seat. I’ll call you when it’s your turn.” Bob kept on glancing at her as she resembled his former girlfriend, Sarah, who dumped him for another guy last year. His face turned sour and reflected a wounded soul. He thought he had finally gotten over it.
Mr. Hack, the interviewer, asked many questions. Bob gave smart answers. Thirty minutes later, he asked him to come back next week for the result.
Bob went home and googled the price of the SD card. It cost around seven hundred dollars. He looked at the card as if it was a piece of gold. “This can help me pay my rent,” he thought.
He slowly inserted the precious thing into the slot. He was about to reformat it when he noticed the thin yellow sticker that he had stuck on the upper left corner of his laptop monitor. The note in black bold font read: “Ideas Have Consequences. So, You’d Better Make Right Choices.” He curled his lips, ignoring the truth behind the note but the words of his Bible study leader in senior college came ringing into his ears, “Hey, guys. We are not getting any younger. We are emerging responsible adults. So, we’d better make Biblical choices if we want to make it in the corporate world. Ideas have consequences.”
“Okay. Let me just see what’s in this stuff,” he mumbled. He clicked the DCIM folder that showed pictures of Tiananmen Square, Chinese traditional houses, Chinese people in a village, the downtown area, Chinese shops, videos of more shops and children playing on the streets. Suddenly, the last pictures surprised Bob. He couldn’t believe what he saw. They were pictures of a familiar man standing on the Great Wall of China. That man was Mr. Hack.
The next day, Bob and Garth were having lunch at a road side cafe. When they finished eating, Bob’s eyes bulged as he spotted a lady who was clearing the next table. He hesitated for a moment but finally approached her. “Sarah?” he said. The lady turned around upon hearing a familiar voice.
“Bob?” she said and dropped her jaw. She nearly dropped the dishes too as she ran to the kitchen. Bob tried to stop her but a sliding door marked, “Employees Only!” had swallowed her.
“Why don’t you just give up on her?” Garth was concerned. Bob didn’t say a word.
On schedule, Bob went to meet Mr. Hack. He was completely surprised when Bob handed him his memory card. “I found it in the lift last week,” Bob said.
The surprised manager thanked him and looked intently into his eyes. Bob didn’t know what was coming. “Well, Mr. Stone. Your resume didn’t include what is important for this company…But you’ve brought it today --- honesty. Congratulations! Mr. Stone. You got the job.”