After the Interview by T.J. BlackleyAlright, Leo, I told myself, straightening my tie and smoothing down my lapels for the seventeen millionth time. It’s just a presentation. You’ve given a hundred of them by now.
It’s true, too; between college and grad school, public speaking had lost most of its terror, and now, eight months into my post-graduation job hunt, I’d given this particular presentation, or a close variant, something around nine times.
I counted on my fingers. Ten times. This was the eleventh.
It had not been a particularly enjoyable eight months.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a text from Theo, with a picture attached that I didn’t dare open in public, but I could see the caption he’d written along with it: Go get ‘em, tiger. I smiled. I hadn’t under
