How To Get Over A Man

5: Old Jackson Fox

Kamari placed the cup of coffee in front of her gingerly, trying his possible best to keep his shaky hands unseen while still exuding that perfect confidence on his face that, in actual sense, was starting to dwindle on the inside. Kamari had been taken aback by Amelia's out of the blue request. It's the first time he's ever been asked to make coffee as part of an interview. He wondered if she did it go the others or if she was doing it to just him.

How many coffee had she tasted and how many times had she scrunched up her face in disgust and disapproval? He wondered even though he observed that there were no used cups and the coffee maker seemed untoucjed for the day.

Perhaps she ordered the interviewees to wash them up before they left, Kamari thought she was capable of such an act as he considered what he's heard, read and seen.

"Sit." Amelia ordered. Her voice was a neutral tone, like one who was in charge and didn't need a pitch higher or lower to enunciate such fact to it's subordinate.

However, Kamari was too caught up in his thoughts to respond quickly that Amelia took it as a silent question. Why?

"I prefer not to be towered upon in my own office." Amelia held the cup of coffee steady while glaring at Kamari.

"O-oh." Kamari realized and with a couple of nods returned to his sitting position across his interviewers.

One more hard glance before Amelia raised the cup to her lips. Kamari watched the movement very intently, noting how she moved with the practice grace of a princess, how she first blew the top without exaggerating her lips, how she paused for a calculated three seconds before taking a sip, her head only dipped a little low.

Amelia savored the small amount of coffee. It didn't take long for her to admit internally that the coffee was good.

No, good was an understatement. It was…

"Perfect." She whispered, too low for Kamari to hear but audible enough for Ms. Rossi whose face broke into a smile as she watched Amelia take another sip without letting the saucer's bottom each her desk. That was the second sign, from experience, that Amelia was undoubtedly pleased.

Amelia was on the verge of taking another sip, her surroundings having faded into oblivion as she enjoyed its richness and exquisiteness, when she suddenly remembered that this was an interview. Having expertly taught herself how not to show shock, she kept the coffee close to her lips and looked at Kamari through her lashes.

Smug confidence, she noted. She could see the shadow of a triumphant smile and even though Amelia knew she had been defeated, with his extremely good coffee she wanted to have forever, she wasn't going to give him a wholly satisfaction. She tightened her grip on the teacups handle and placed it along with the saucer on her desk, the bottom coming in contact with her desk hard. A little of its contents spilled onto the saucer and Amelia pressed her lips into a thin line. Then she released a wry sigh.

"Mr Donovan, we will get back to you via email concerning this interview, you may leave now."

Her tone was crisp and unquestionable, her expression unreadable.

She doesn't like the coffee, Kamari thought and with a resigned polite nod of his head stood up and left the room.

As the door closed shut behind Kamari, Amelia could finally breath. She drew in a long gluttonous amount of the conditioned air before turning to her employees.

"The interview is over. We're done," she said to the Head of HR.

"For now? For today or for–"

"Completely done. We don't need to look at the rest of the submitted CVs and we also don't need to schedule another day for an interview," Amelia replied and with an inaudible reluctant sigh spoke the rest of her instructions. "Hire him."