She sat across from him at the meeting room table and shuffled the pages of her notebook, trying to find the questions. She was careful to hide the sketch she had drawn, picturing him dumped into a large garbage bin.
“Ok, first question…” she said once she found the page.
“Oh my God! Have you ever interviewed anyone?” he asked, clearly shocked.
“Well, once. During a previous internship”.
“How many internships have you done?”
“Three. You are the fourth.”
“Do you enjoy working for free?”
“I'm simply gaining expertise. It will pay off in the future.”
He stared at her, incredulous. He couldn't understand her way of thinking.
“Anyway. I'm talking about a real interview,” he clarified.
“This is real.”
“No, it's not. And trust me. I’ve given hundreds.”
“Please, elaborate.”
“The firs
