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It was recession time in Dubai. Most of them getting fired from work due to cost-cutting. No new job openings or there were the least opportunities. It was a hard time to cop up the rents and bills. I began my work as a sales coordinator working for a less salary. Just enough to meet my bills.
Less salary, no savings and no much respect in the work environment. I was struggling to hold up everything. At times I felt to quit out of pressure and stress. Our manager was Hamood, from Sudan. A black Arab. He was in his 40s. Bald, tall, dark, flirty in his Arab accent. I was working under him.
I asked several people working in different departments in the same firm to just change me into a different section. I just wanted to get out of sales coordination work. Here, I had no further growth, no increment or anything. Day by day I was getting more and more stressed.
To a point where I thought I could not take anymore. I walked into Mr. Hamood’s room and told him that I am planning to quit. I almost began to weep. I said I am done with the sales coordinator job and want to move on.
He was silent at first and then said “I can understand Nitz. Don’t worry. See, I can push you up to the HR assistant post. There is an opening. I can recommend you to that post.” I began thinking about that post in my mind. There I would get double what I get now. Also, more respect and everything as I always wanted.
Just then, he asked me as expected, “What will you do for me in return?” As you have read my previous stories, being with another man was nothing new for me. I have done it for nothing in return. But this time it was for something I wanted badly and I didn’t feel any wrong.
I knew what he meant and for the time being, I just smiled. I said, “As you say, Hamood,” and walked out daydreaming of my new position. I was finally getting out of that shitty coordination cabin to freaking my cabin as an HR Assistant. I waited impatiently for the offer letter.
Less salary, no savings and no much respect in the work environment. I was struggling to hold up everything. At times I felt to quit out of pressure and stress. Our manager was Hamood, from Sudan. A black Arab. He was in his 40s. Bald, tall, dark, flirty in his Arab accent. I was working under him.
I asked several people working in different departments in the same firm to just change me into a different section. I just wanted to get out of sales coordination work. Here, I had no further growth, no increment or anything. Day by day I was getting more and more stressed.
To a point where I thought I could not take anymore. I walked into Mr. Hamood’s room and told him that I am planning to quit. I almost began to weep. I said I am done with the sales coordinator job and want to move on.
He was silent at first and then said “I can understand Nitz. Don’t worry. See, I can push you up to the HR assistant post. There is an opening. I can recommend you to that post.” I began thinking about that post in my mind. There I would get double what I get now. Also, more respect and everything as I always wanted.
Just then, he asked me as expected, “What will you do for me in return?” As you have read my previous stories, being with another man was nothing new for me. I have done it for nothing in return. But this time it was for something I wanted badly and I didn’t feel any wrong.
I knew what he meant and for the time being, I just smiled. I said, “As you say, Hamood,” and walked out daydreaming of my new position. I was finally getting out of that shitty coordination cabin to freaking my cabin as an HR Assistant. I waited impatiently for the offer letter.