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er, but it happens that the decent-looking lady in front of me was a different person altogether. She looked like a fallen angel. Her beauty was overwhelming, and I

to clarify herself. "My name is Mary Anderson and I'm here for the interview s

ed to compose myself and ignore the pounding of my heart. I had to remind myself that she was here for a job, and I was in charge. "I suppose you are aware

that, my dirty mind suddenly coming up with different scenarios that involved her naked and her red painted lips on my

old stare, despite the clenching feeling in my

o come in plus I notified my presence before stepping in," she said boldly and

ont of my desk as she sat down, a slouchy portion of her boobs were on full view now. I couldn't help but ogled at them. There is

I nervously licked my bottom lip, pushing my thoug

ble before leaning back on my comfortable chair. "So tell me

ct opportunity for me. Not just because of the job description, but because

r strengths that you would bring t

coordinating meetings, and handling correspondence,

l overtime or flexibility with hours

uring that tasks are completed efficiently and effectively," as she spoke,

itional questions I might have. "What makes you think you are qualified?"

ious work experience as a consultant which makes me the ideal candidate

that ninety percent of the candidates might be capable of doing this job way bet

ered, handing me her files and adjusting her shirt at the same time. Than

as having on me. I was aware of the small voice in my head telling me to shut off whatever thoug

ed her impressive educational background but a bit of a name inconsistency. "Your qual

There must have been a mistake somewhere," she respon

y attention to the list of candidates whi

my hands on hers. I could feel how soft her skin was on mine. "It is

y not here for the job either. I shook my head, allowing myself to get lost in the thousands

n at our joined hands. "I'm afraid I can't offer you this job.