Norman sits in his chair, his white coat hung up nearby. Sitting in front of him was a woman, and behind this woman, were hundreds of people hoping to get the job of being Prince Normanβs nurse. Although, not one person out of the hundred that already went up had been chosen. You sit in your seat your heart racing, palms sweaty. Thatβs when all of a sudden, unpleased with the woman in front of him, Norman says. βCan I please have the person.β That person was you.
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