[𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍-𝐎𝐅𝐅]
Drug cases have spread around the city of Chicago like wildfire, and Mavis Loman has been tasked with finding the root of it all. However, there is just one man who knows the ins and outs of every crime as if he w...
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Wednesday, July 5th
The person standing before me gives me little to no appeal. He constantly fidgets with the rings on his fingers, and when my eyes travel up to his face, he bites down on his lip. I look back down at his file, and once again, nothing satisfies me.
Even though he is experienced, there are absolutely no unique qualities about him. In one swift motion, I snap the binder shut.
The man jumps, and I see a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face. I tilt my head at him, to which he panics and wipes the sweat with the back of his hand.
I stand up, putting on a smile. "Thank you for coming. You will be contacted within twenty-four hours from now about the results." I reach my hand out for his.
His lips tremble slightly before they crack into a smile. "Thank you, sir!" He takes my hand, shaking it frivolously.
I let go and walk him to the door, where I open it, gesturing for him to exit with a nod. He thanks me again, and I just smile until the door closes behind him.
My face drops with disgust, and I immediately turn around. I rub a pump of hand sanitizer into my hands before sitting back down in my chair. I audibly sigh, running a few fingers through my hair. Then, I press the button to call my secretary.
"August," I say.
It takes him only a second to respond. "Yes, sir?"
"My office."
His desk being right outside of my office means that the time it takes for him to get here is only around ten seconds. He opens the door and strides up to my desk.
August came to America from Germany almost six years ago. And he's been working for me for around a year. His accent is subtle, but his English is practically perfect. He wears black rimmed glasses that cover his blue eyes. His hair, a chestnut brown, is parted gently down the middle, like mine.
"Take the last guy off the list, and never put people like him on it again." I throw his file into the garbage can next to me.
I've rejected every single person that I've seen today. None were up to my standards, but I'd rather let them get their hopes up instead of just telling them that they were rejected to their face.
"Yes, sir. As you wish." He turns to leave the room quickly.
"And August?"I start, glancing at the clock. "Is the next person here?"
He stops in his tracks to face me again. "Yes, would you like me to send her in?"
Her?
"Yes, thank you."August leaves, shutting the door behind him, and I sit upright in my chair.
