Shake his hand first

You stride confidently across the room and extend your hand.

Mr. Brown's eyes never waver and he remains seated, not moving a muscle. He remains watching you for what feels like an eternity as you feel more and more foolish, standing there with your arm out.

"You were instructed to Sit Down" is all he says. You manage to meekly mumble an apology and sit down on your chair.

I'm such an idiot.

"If you are to be my assistant, you will need to be prepared to follow my instructions to the letter, is that clear?"

"Yes Sir".

"You will address me as Mr. Brown".

"Yes Mr. Brown".

This guy is serious, but I really, really want this job. I have to remember to do exactly as he says.

"Now," he says, unhooking his leg and leaning slightly forward in his chair.