Once they've known the Truth

Rose checked her hair one last time in the small mirror right by her front door.

Fixing a single strand that had come loose, she decided that she was as happy as she could be with herself. Her make up looked like it was applied by someone who gave a fuck for a change and her tight hair bun and hoop earrings made for an excellent facade of someone who had their shit together.

She huffed and nodded to her reflection. "It'll be good. I'm not nervous, are you nervous? No, of course you're not nervous. You're an adult that will get this damn job. Easily."
Cracking a smile at her one way conversation with her own reflection, she shook her head and finally went out the door.

She had to be quick to still catch the bus and was once again reminded why she preferred comfy sweaters and fuzzy socks to the tight but professional suit she was wearing. The suit made her look fantastic, if her friends were to be believed she filled it out in all the right ways, but that didn't change the fact that she was already breaking a sweat in it as she was briskly walking to the bus stop.

At least she caught the bus with more than enough time. She sat down with a sigh and fixed the errant strand of hair again as she saw herself yet again in the bus window. During the short ride she went over her answers to potential annoyingly testy questions again.

Off in her own little stressful world of job interviews and rich conservatives she'd inevitably have to tolerate as her bosses, she almost missed her stop.
She got off and almost stumbled over the pretty woman who was politely giving a blowjob in front of the bus stop bench. How nice of her, if Rose hadn't almost stumbled over her, she wouldn't have seen the hottest man she'd ever laid eyes upon sitting on that bus stop bench, receiving said blowjob.

The man wasn't as excited to see Rose as she was to witness his perfect looks, apparently. At first he just looked up with that smile that men usually have when they're getting head, but once his eyes locked with hers, he did a heavy double take. His eyes went wide in shock as if he'd seen a ghost.

Rose blushed as she was caught staring at the man, but then she realized that he was actually and truly shocked by what he saw. He stood up and his hard and frankly humongous dick plopped out of the woman's eager mouth. The woman fell backwards onto her ass with a moan.

Rose was now standing in front of this half naked, chiselled greek god of a man for a couple of seconds already. Neither of them had broken eye contact yet. The man seemed to have had multiple life altering reveletions as he stared at Rose, while Rose just had caught up with an important thought herself:
Why the fuck was there a half naked man getting a blowjob from a woman in a pencil skirt at an inner city bus stop around rush hour on a Monday?
Even more importantly, why did she not think it was that weird?
These questions were answered as soon as she'd thought them, but in a way she could've never expected.

A couple of things happened at the same time.
The man vanished into thin air, leaving behind a bit of silvery mist and a few droplets of pre-cum and spit.
The pencil skirt woman yelped as she suddenly realized her unbuttoned blouse and smeared lipstick. Her face showed total surprise at her situation.

Rose's brain was flooded with an amount of new information unprecedented in her life so far.
Within the blink of an eye she knew about the Truth and that she now had some power over the Truth.

She knew that the man had given her this power, but that he did not know what it would do.
She knew that the man had a similar power as well.
She knew that the man had changed a slice of the Truth within her, which caused her to get the power as well.

She also instantly knew that the exact series of moments that had lead to this were as follows:

• The man saw a slice of the Truth in Rose when they locked eyes. This slice of Truth was: "Rose Atkinson has no knowledge of the Truth."
• The man had never before seen such a slice of the Truth in anybody and had immediately realized what an immense opportunity it was.
• The man changed this slice of truth after coming to this realization.
• The new slice of Truth within Rose was now: "Rose Atkinson has some knowledge of the Truth, but less than me."
• The man then immediately realized he had no idea about the consequences of this action and used some form of teleportation to retreat.

• Rose now had almost the same knowledge and power over the truth as that man had, for better or worse.

• ---

Now, having realized this, Rose drops her briefcase.

She sits down on the bench, next to the still heavily breathing woman in the pencil skirt, who was frantically buttoning up her blouse.

Rose knows that going to the job interview has become useless. Her life will never be the same again.
If she wants it or not, she now has knowledge of the Truth.