Secrets you Keep.

Hello Handsome!

"Thank you for coming. Have your seat as we commence". I said as soon as the young man walked in. "Congratulations on getting this far. You'll just have to go through me next".

I informed him with my arms crossed.

"I'm very grateful for this opportunity. I've always seen you as one of the best business moguls in the country. Your ruthlessness, intelligence and effortless decision-making is a skill that must truly be admired". He stated with brows raised.

"You're lying. You don't think so highly of me. Heck, you don't even think a woman should possess such power". I retorted

He seemed shocked by my statement.

"How do you...I mean....that's not true, Miss Chesterfield".

"There's no use lying at this point so why don't you let it all out?"

And that was when I saw the switch, It was as clear as day.

"That's right. I do think women should not be put in such high positions. A woman's aim in life is to reproduce, not to be an achiever or to be in charge of a multi-national company like you".

All I wanted was for him to say it. And he did, so I smiled.

"I see. If there's one thing your receding hairline has taught me, it's to never be backward in life. You speak like you were born during the pre-colonial period and were reincarnated as a 22-year-old balding adult with ancestors' knowledge". He was hurt, I felt it. I laid out his insecurities in the most hurtful way possible. This made me so happy. So, I continued speaking.

"As much as I'd love to entertain you with more kind words, I have other people like you in waiting. So please leave my office". He said nothing as he stood up and walked out. His expression was like he'd seen a ghost.

2nd interview:

"What I want to know is, Can you dance".

"What?". The lady responded.

"You heard me. You submitted a write-up on the art of dance. so I'd like to see you dance. I want to know if you can play out what you wrote. This is your original work, right?".

"Yes but....

"Great. What song should I play?".

She was hesitant.

"I can't dance".

"That's a shame. I already got my camera ready. Can you at least walk me through your thought process on what you wrote?".

"Um...the art of dance...it...about dancing...

"It's torture watching you do this to yourself. If you had studied what you pirated, you might have understood that the art of dance as a performative art, has to do with intentional rhythmic

movements often used to tell a story or as a means of cultural expression. This is the original work of the famous writer Vincent Roman of the 80's. Now, my dear, did you think you could fool me with this?".

I replied with a nasty look.

She didn't know what to say. It was obvious that she was humbled.

"You can leave now". I said to her as I bent to look at the papers on my desk.

"Should I be expecting a call or???"

"Of course not, get out!". I yelled as she ran out of the office. The nerve of some people. I sighed.

The rest of the interviews proceeded normally as the rest did. I managed to employ two people out of the nine I interviewed. I gave the first person a job on the writing team and the other in the photography team. At this point, I was exhausted. I glanced at my watch and it was 5:00 pm.

"They must have been a headache, right Miss Chesterfield?". Lily asked as she walked in with a can of soda and placed it on my desk.

I opened it and gulped half of it.

"Just forget it, Lily, humans are just getting worse as the day goes. Only two got the job. Just two. Tell me there's no one left, Lily ".

"There is. But calm down. It's just one person". She answered with a sweet smile.

"What? Why didn't you bring whoever it is in sooner?".

"I just felt you needed a break ".

She told the truth. I just sighed as I told her to send the person in. I turned my seat facing the opposite direction, to get a better view of the city. I took deep breaths and drank what was left of my soda.

"Here he is ma'am". Lily announced as she entered.

Our eyes met as soon as I turned and it locked. I became curious as to who this extremely good-looking masculine creature that stood before me was. He had strong eye contact and that indicated male dominance and courage. I was intrigued.

"Please have a sit".

"Thank you". He said as his deep masculine voice echoed around the room.

I looked down at the documents on my table and opened his file. His resume was impressive. He was more than qualified for a top position if we were only judging by resumes. I saw that he applied to be on the writing team. I opened the work he submitted and I was stunned. It was the first time I became speechless in the entire day. It was a topic that I never thought anyone would look into. And it made me uneasy. It read:

"The Mystery behind Telepathy and Clairvoyance. Do mind readers exist? Could they be among us?".

The rest of his work was filled with evidence and historical claims about mind reading. This was the information I needed. I had always wanted to learn more about my gift.

I looked at him. "What's your name?".

"My name is Michael Martin".He answered.

That was when I knew something was wrong. I couldn't hear it. I couldn't hear his thoughts. I couldn't hear anything. Except for my parents, I had never seen any other human possess the ability to leave their thoughts blank. I became too curious. Who was this guy?

I inched my chair closer. "You're not here for the job are you?".

He inched closer as well. "I'm afraid not".