Lillian walked into the office for the first time. She looked around and felt foolishly over-dressed. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight bun, feined professionalism. The young man at the desk looked up.
“Are you here for an interview?”
She could only nod.
Lillian sat down in the nearest chair and filled out the short application he had handed to her. After a few minutes the young man stood.
“Lillian? Come with me.”
Lillian followed the young man into the next door.
“My name is Dan Razor, call me Dan. I’m the manager.”
Lillian’s jaw dropped. He was the boss? She sat in the chair he motioned at. With a smile plastered to her face, she answered all his questions with an almost rehearsed certainty. She needed this job.
After the extended interview, Dan informed her that she had the job. Elated, she rushed out of the office, eager to boast to her parents her new-found independence.