“Now that the offering and accepting of the hospitality is done, could we please move on?” Clarisse grumbled.
Wichita shot an exasperating look and uttered, “sure.”
Wichita led Clarisse to the elevator, and they waited for the door to part. Clarisse was impatient. She kept on tapping her foot against the floor. Wichita ran her eyes all up and down through Clarisse.
“Why so impatient? God, Clarisse, do you ever chill? Stay calm.” Wichita wondered.
Clarisse simply nodded.
“I don’t know what kind of impression did you get from me. But do you know why they don’t let me interview?” Wichita smiled crookedly, “… because I don’t give a damn about how the candidates present themselves. For all I care about, there is one thing, the urge which will drive them to achieve their goals.”
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