It was supposed to be a standard job interview — nothing fancy, just a shot at something stable. I dressed the part, showed up early, and waited like everyone else. But what unfolded in that office was nothing I could’ve prepared for.
Have you ever walked into a room and immediately knew you were about to witness something wild? That was me, last Tuesday.
I arrived 15 minutes early for the interview. The lobby was quiet, and sterile, with that faint scent of fake citrus.
I sat down, resume folder neatly in my lap, heels crossed at the ankle like my mother taught me. That’s when I noticed him.
He was lounging like the CEO himself — legs spread wide, arms draped over the chair like a bored Roman emperor. He strolled in wearing a sharp grey suit, the glint of his Rolex practically blinding under the harsh fluorescents.
That smug little smirk on his face suggested he knew something I was completely unaware of.
“Interview at 10 too?” I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
He looked me up and down slowly.
Like, grossly slowly.
“Yeah,” he said, voice dripping arrogance. “Not that it’s much of a competition.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
He leaned in a bit and lowered his voice.
“You know how these things go. HR needs to tick a few boxes. Nothing personal.”
“…Boxes?”
“You’ll get what I mean when you’re older,” he said with a wink.
“Been doing this two decades. They’ll call me back before you even hit the parking lot.”
I smiled tightly. “That so?”
“Trust me,” he said, “no offense, but I’ve seen how this plays out.
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