"So, what makes you think you're fit for this job?" The man sitting in front of me asks. His brown hair is kind of receding, but a few strands still go over his forehead. The question kind of agitated me but I guess it's fair. "Well, Mr..." I begin and pause, "Mr. Goodman." He corrected. "Mr. Goodman. To be honest, there can't be much difficulty to being a secretary. But I am quite good with office supplies." He smiled and shrugged at that. "How are you with following orders?" My blush must have been prominent. Though I know he didn't mean anything suggestive by it. "Uh- as good as I'll have to be I guess." He leaned back and said, "Perfect. I guess that's all for now. Expect a call." I stood up, pushed the chair in, and wished him a good rest of his evening.
I can't lie, his nonchalant arrogance agitates me. I guess he needs to be as a famous lawyer. His comment about following orders was also a bit... Odd. I'm not looking forward to working with him, though the money will be good.
