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    “Of course, I know what you're
here,” Larson said in a short, clipped tone.  “I put the ad up myself after
all.  Or at least, I had Lola out there do it.”  He slipped around behind the
vast mahogany desk, and slid into the leather office chair.  “Do have a seat.” 
He gestured at the smaller leather wrapped chair on the other side of the desk.
    Denny blinked, swallowed, and then
obeyed.  Clutching her satchel close to her, trying to hide her weight, she
wedged herself into the chair.  It was just a touch too small for her.
    She wanted to groan.  She wanted to
jump up and just flee the room.  Why, why had she done this?  Why had she even
thought she could do this?
    She took another deep breath, and
braced herself.  Whatever the outcome, this would be good interview
experience.  She was unlikely to get the job anyways.
    It was strange, but that knowledge
seemed to help her.  Knowing there was nothing at stake eased her nervousness,
at least a little bit.  She took another breath and Larson began.
    “So, you want the job as my
personal assistant,” he stated, shuffling through papers on his desk.  “Ah,
here we are.”  He pulled out a stapled bundle of paper, presumably her resume,
and began leafing through it.  “Denise Richardson, is it?”
    “Yes,” Denny said.  She didn't much
care for her first name, and preferred Denny, but she wasn't about to correct
him.
    “Interesting resume.”
    Denny flushed.  She knew she listed
some things that weren't exactly standard – caring for Rob, namely – but she
had to pad it somehow.  “I have a fair amount of experience with this kind of
work,” she said.
    “I can see that, but I'm a little
different from most men.”  He looked up at her as he spoke, and his white teeth
flashed in the light.  His eyes didn't just sparkle now.  They blazed, and
Denny battled to keep his gaze, despite her rising flush.
    He won, of course.  She looked down
at her satchel after a few moments.  She felt a shiver run through her body,
and not just from his eyes.  He really was an attractive man, with his blue
eyes and that sandy hair, and a masculine squared chin, a strong nose...
    She gave her head a slight shake. 
She was interviewing for a job, not speed dating.  Besides, it wasn't like
Larson would ever have any interest in her, professional or otherwise.
    They continued on in the
interview.  It was fairly standard, as interviews went.  He asked her questions
and posited scenarios, and Denny answered as best she could.  She even felt
like she was doing a half-decent job, considering she wasn't feeling pressured
to perform at all.
    “Here's a scenario,” he said,
leaning forward and templing his fingers as his eyes seemed to burn holes right
into Denny's skull.  “I've got an important meeting in an hour, but Lola out
there hasn't done any of the prep work for me, as usual.  My suit isn't even
pressed.  What do you do first?”
    Without skipping a beat, Denny
confidently said, “I run your suit to the dry cleaners, one with one hour
turnaround service, then rush to the office to get your things.  I have a car
lined up for you before I start looking for the files you need.”  She had a lot
of experience in these matters, as her ex-husband usually made her run around
like that as well, chasing after him and smoothing out the rough edges to
whatever plans he made.  She was made for this kind of job.
    Too bad she probably wouldn't get
it.
    Still, Larson leaned back in his
leather chair with a blink.  He seemed a little thrown off by Denny's
competence, something she enjoyed.  She almost wished she could get the job
just so she could keep throwing him off.
    As the interview drew to a close,
Denny found herself feeling a little confident despite the obstacles she
faced.  She knew she was a competent woman after all.  She might be overweight,
and perhaps not the prettiest person in the world, but she was a good