I never wanted any job where a well-cut suit compensated for a lack of ability. But there were people rooting for me to go out into the world, further than already ventured.
The interview room was recently soundproofed, so the woman at the front desk said. The door swung open: my interviewers. They apologized for lateness, client lunch, and led the way, the tall elegant woman with black hair and Middle Eastern features striding out in front. The stocky, hunched man with badger grey hair followed behind me, closed the glass door and excused himself when he belched. Across the street a seagull stood on the parapet of a nine-storey building. On noticing I made a mental note not to look out the window again. It had been a bad habit in interviews before.
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