The Interview Continues

The uncomfortable silence has fallen since Mr. Locke’s last statement. Somehow, although it lasted couple of minutes it seemed forever. The temperature in the room rose and I felt as if I am boiling. I briefly glanced at the thermostat across on the wall and it is showing 75 degrees. Yet, I feel that I am inside a furnace and look for more water to drench my thirst.

Mr. Locke has not moved a muscle. His amber piercing eyes are on me, looking straight through me and I must steady my hands and remember why I am here. “Miss Brook?” I hear his deep husky voice and simply say: “Yes?” “Have I satisfied your question regarding the paperwork? Do you have any additional questions, or would you like to accept the job?”

I squirm uncomfortably as something is nagging me. Why would he hire somebody like me? I blurt that question out and clarify “I have no experience in finance field or even being a personal assistant”. His expression was indescribable. He sighs continuing to look at me as if I wer