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But in a sense, it didn''t really matter what I thought. My executives seemed to believe the story, and while it had never been explicitly said, it was
heavily implied that a woman of Tori''s reputation would never be allowed to rise any further in thispany. They would be happy to have her just be
gone, but they didn''t have any grounds to get rid of her. So, while this hire was entirely up to me, I could feel the pressure on my shoulders to not hire
Tori
Not that she would be hired anyway. I try to be as open-minded as possible, but her resume just did notpare to the other applicants. And plus, I
wanted someone on my side who shared my value system, who felt the same way on how to conduct business. I took pride in doing business the
right way. I didn''t feel the need to use any dirty business strategies or underhanded tactics to get things done. Sure, some of those bad things may
give you a short term benefit. but in the long term, the house of cards constructed by bad business would copse. I was positive of that. The people
who did business that way never thought of the long term implications of their actions.
I was happy to give Tori a chance, but she would have to plead a pretty convincing case for her to have a shot. I had never interviewed her, so I didn''t
know exactly what to expect from her or what she was capable of, but if she wanted this job she would have to earn it.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
I always liked to take a few minutes to clear my head before an interview. I stopped thinking about Tori, about the job, and decided to just take in
things for a few moments.
I turned around and took in my office, and even that filled me with pride. At times, it felt like I was still an unsure teenager in grown-up clothes, but
whenever I sat in my office and took it in, I felt like I belonged. Yes , I belong. My dad is the fucking CEO.
Everything in my office was there for practicality. Some people liked to have fancy trinkets or impressive tech, but I simply wanted stuff that worked
that made my life easier.
I had twoputers, one that I did my work on and a spare one that was hooked up to a projector for whenever someone neededputer ess
or needed to give a presentation. The far wall was left nk, no decorations, where the image could be projected. I was always a bit scattered, so I
had a few piles of papers on my desk, but I knew where everything was.
My desk was made of a dark, heavy wood, and although at first I thought it was a bit much, I had te eventually admit that it was pretty cool. It really
cemented my role in thepany in my own mind, and it really cemented that I had made it. This was the type of desk a grown-up, professional
businessman had, and it was my desk. It was great
I didn''t have too many creatureforts or personal items. I had a couch along the side wall for when I was hosting some people or when I just
needed to rx for a few minutes. I did have a t-screen TV, but I would try to keep its use to a minimum, mainly keeping the news or the weather
on. The only other real prominent personal items were the pictures on my desk of my wife vicky.
My eyes fell to one of the pictures, looking at my wife''s smiling face, as if she was looking at me, giving me strength after a long and busy week.
I rubbed my eyes and nced at the
clock. oved my work, I would never
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catch-up. That, on top of doing all
tpese interviews, it had worh me out.
And plus, it had kept me ‘away from
Vicky.
Knowing I had a few minutes before the interview was set to begin, I pulled my phone from the pocket of my suit jacket and pulled up some pictures
of me and Vicky. I know it sounds dorky and cheesy, but I couldn''t get enough of just looking at her. Seeing someone so pretty, with such an
infectious smile.
I was looking at a picture of us
standing together outside of a nice
older movietheatre downtown, my
arm around her. Her brilliant smile-~
let me knew that she was as happy
with ne as I was with her. I admired
her again, her silky blonde hair, her
slit, taut runner''s body. She is such
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couldn''t imagine loving anyone as
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A knock at the door caused me to jump. I pocketed my phone and stood up as one of the women from HR poked her head in my office.
"Hey Randy," Shanice said, "Miss, um... Miss Krez..." she began, ncing down at her file, struggling with the name.
"Miss Tori Kryselneski," I finished for her, stepping around my desk, straightening my suit-coat.
"Yes, Miss Kryselneski is here for her interview." Shanice said, thankful for my help.
"Send her in," I replied with a smile. "And you can head out, Shanice. I''ll finish up here." Shanice smiled and thanked me, before stepping aside. From
behind her entered Tori, stepping past the HR woman to enter the office.
“You might be the first person to pronounce myst name correctly,” Tori began with a smile. "I''m impressed."