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March - May 2019
It was my last interview, and the stakes were high if I failed to secure a position. The pressure I felt as I sat alone in the sparsely decorated office was enormous, and as much as I wanted to present myself as a level-headed man with a calm demeanor, I couldn’t stop my right leg from making me look like Thumper on speed.…
Two minutes to go in the promo video from hell. Dane sighed, not theatrically, but not far from it, either. He wondered whether the girl had heard—maybe she’d pull the pin early if she knew he’d checked out. If this demo hadn’t been set up entirely for his benefit (add to that the small matter of his aversion to personal confrontation), he’d have walked already.…
Tom’s phone rang. He looked at the caller ID. “Speak of the devil.”
“Dad’s so bloody predictable,” Andrea muttered.
Tom took the call on speaker. “Evening, JJ.”
“You declined my Friday meeting.”
“Taking my last day’s.”
“Not if I say otherwise.”
“It was agreed with HR when I handed in my notice.”
“I didn’t accept it.”
“Nonetheless, JJ, Friday’s my last day.”
Andrea grinned at him.…
“Dad’s finally cornered the mayor,” Harriet said.
“What about?” James peered across the crowd enjoying the annual civic ball. Her father was with the mayor, who looked resigned.
She shrugged. “He’s usually outraged about something.”
James grinned. “Lax morals?”