It was autumn. The street was covered with wet brown leaves that the street cleaning truck had left behind. It was a heavy rain last night. "A sweep of autumn wind a sweep of rain." The Chinese saying flashed by when she was watching the damp morning.
There had been a rumor circulating for several days that the manager was going to chair in a neighboring organization with a big private funding. "No one will say I have been hunting someone only in a Chinese reserve army anymore when the fucker is gone." She said to herself. What she also realized was the fact that she had lost all credibility in Chinese community, her only source of army for a candidate. There had been no Chinese applicant in her e-mail for a while. She got to turn to other places for a helper.
Days later the personal office called her that there was a graduate student from Cyprus seeking a job. She wanted to have a try and asked for a CV.