A year ago, when Jack was disappointed for facing many interviews without being offered a single low-paid job. Out of thin air one day, he got a call from the 'K-caj' for an interview. He first damned the reason why they called him again when they had already rejected him once. Anyhow, Jack tried his luck for the second time, and much to his surprise, he was selected. Not only just that, but there was this mystery that kept him tossing for many nights thinking,
'…am I really talented enough to have secured a job with only one open position? And if so, then why they have rejected me the first time?'
Apparently, Jack was meant to be at 'K-caj,' for some reason, and his hiring, in itself, loomed as to why other offices had been declining him or why only 'K-caj' had telephoned him a second time. It was like as if offices have souls, just like we all do. As if their walls can feel, sense, understand and can even call for someone out-of-the-way, reading the blue print of God. Just like 'K-caj' had called Jack from a blur to beauty, from his world to hers, so the story would be revealed to his soul in those letters he received in the fragrant park by her. A story that made him complete.
Not only just that interview, but his entire life seemed to be scripted by the same hand that scripted the entire Universe. Someone had scripted it for sure. And therefore, it would look foolish if we called such an incident a coincidence. Because if that hand had written us and every inch...