The Interview Part 1

This one is far simpler - all it asks is what time your are available for a short interview and luckily for you, there's a slot available in ten minutes.

You book it.

Your heart beats faster - reality setting in.

You get up and pace around your room, then ten minutes go quick. Soon your sent a zoom link. You click on it and you are put into a waiting room.

This is the moment, you think, the moment where you’ll have definitive proof if this is a hoax. You really hope it isn’t.

You are let into the meeting.

Appearing in your screen is a pretty blonde haired woman clad in a shirt, blazer and glasses. You gulp.

“(Y/N)?” She asks in a strong West-coast American accent

You gulp again.

“Yes?” You say.

“Good. We happened to get your application just as we were about to start checking them and close the position. You were at the top of the list. The boss loved yours.” She smiled.

“Really?” You ask bewildered.

“Oh yes.” She giggled. “You’re quite pretty, you know?”

“Thanks…” You’re suddenly self conscious.

“You wanna know a secret?”

She looks at you coyly and starts biting her thumb.

“What?”

“I’m not wearing anything below below my hips. This is a zoom meeting after all. Want to see?”

“W…What?”

Without another word, she stood up revealing her long slender legs and the fact that what she had just said was in fact true.

You were at a loss for words.

“Don’t tell the boss.”

She winked at you and sat back down. Suddenly her tone returned to formality.

“Right, now I’m going to forward you to Mr Xanders. Do me a favour and be patient with him, he’s getting a little old now and he doesn’t hear or see so good. He likes to meet everyone he hires. He’ll ask you a few questions and then we’ll give you a list of who we’d think you’d make a good match with.”

She started typing quickly on her keyboard.

A message appeared in the chat.

“Those are my details, I’m your handler - your personal handler.” She’d winked again. “I’ll be in touch.”

You took a photo of the number and email address. She typed some more.

“Right I’m going to send you through now. I look forward to working with you (Y/N). By the way follow my Onlyfans!”

And with that, you were sent into another waiting room.

You were in this one for a good few minutes. It made you think something was wrong with your WiFi.

Then with a yell that made you jump, you were in another meeting.

On your screen now was a ver much older chuckling man, satisfied that he had made his computer work!

“Right then, you must be (Y/N)!” His voice was booming. He was dressed lavishly.

“Yep that’s me. I’m honored to work with you sir.” You said.

“What? No need for flattery! I liked your application from the start. I can tell you’re going to far! A guy…girl…like you…”

He suddenly leaned forward and squinted at his screen.

“Uhhh…I can’t really see so good. I need to get glasses but I’m afraid they’ll make me look old. Are you a boy or a girl? I can’t tell these days, your generation is confusing.”