The Interview

When the elevator door opened Susan found herself in an empty hallway lined with windowless wooden doors. She checked the slip of paper in her hand. Suite 511. She turned left, then realized she should have turned right. She straightened her thrift shop skirt , smoothed her mother-cut hair, and checked her file folder for her carefully-typed resume. It was only a clerical job, but it was a job.

The door opened as she reached for the knob. A burly women with large black glasses and disheveled hair blocked her way. The woman looked her up and down and smiled warmly. “Leaving an application?”

Susan nodded.

“If you can wait a minute, I’ll be right back and we can talk. Are you available right away?”

Susan nodded.

“Your desk is in the corner,” the woman said, moving past her. Susan chuckled. She had a feeling she was going to like it here.

Copyright 2013 Loretta Miles Tollefson

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