End it now

Before he can even close the door behind himself, you let him know what you think of him. You tell him that a slacker like himself could never be trusted with the affairs of a multimillion dollar company.

"So... that's it?"

You assure him that the interview is indeed over. He is incredulous at his rejection.

"Wow I can't believe I drove all the way across town this early in the morning for this shit!" he says and storms out the door. You try and wish him luck in the future but you don't think he heard you over the sound of his own swearing. His cheap shoes have left black marks in your new carpet.

You close the door before slumping into your chair with a sigh. You have more interviews but the next one isn't scheduled for 25 minutes. Both hands drop to your groin and pat it hesitantly. You have a lot of work to do and your single piece dress does not afford easy access. Still, just the fleeting possibility of sex has got your juices flowing again and you worry you won't be able to maintain your composure in the next interview without a small amount of relief.