The interview

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As you walk down an empty corridor, you start to see a desk occupied by a woman, a woman dressed head to toe in purple topped off with big clear glasses and who had a head of slicked back, ginger hair. As you approach the desk, she looks up at you, her deep dark eyes staring right into yours. "Exc- excuse me, are you Miss Venable" you stutter. She stands up, still looking into your eyes. She walks around the desk, still staring at you, until she is stood right in front of you. "And who might you be?" She questions with a slight smirk. "I- I- um," you look down as you try to focus on what your saying "I'm Y/N  Y/S/N." You say, holding out a shaky hand. Miss Venable looks down at your hand and looks straight back up into your eyes "Sit" she demands. As you sit, pulling yourself towards the desk, Miss Venable walks back to her seat and sits down, pulling her legs under the desk. As she pulls herself towards you her legs brush past yours, a warm tingling sensation rushes through your body and your cheeks turn red. You look down into your lap. "Miss Y/S/N you are the only person who has applied for his job, may I ask why?" You try to put words together but all you could think about is her legs. "Miss Y/S/N!?" "I- I- um" you stutter "I don't know really" Miss Venable unfolds a piece of paper. "Looking at your application, you seem to be a very smart woman" she says, looking back into your eyes. You look at her, slightly smiling, then look back down into your lap. Miss Venable throws the paper onto the desk. "You've got the job" she says smirking at you. You look up at her smiling "thank you so much" you say, standing up slowly. Miss Venable walks you towards the elevator. She stands in front of you before you can press the button at the side of the doors. She holds out her hand, looking at you, waiting for you you to take it. You embrace her hand shaking it softly. Miss Venable presses the button and walks back to her desk. You turn around watching her, "See you tomorrow" she shouts as you step into the elevator.

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