The door creaked open slowly. A young girl walked in wearing a business skirt and jacket. Her blonde hair was tied back in a bun and she had on black professional heels.
"Good morning, my name is Samantha Copperfield and I am interested in the Marketing Intern position."
The man sitting at the desk smiled as he leaned forward to shake her hand.
"Nice to meet you Samantha, I'm Colin Mathews. The Director of Operations for Logic Designs. I assume you know about our company?"
Samantha sat up and recited, "Logic Designs is a technology company creating the next generation of smart devices. They create both software and hardware for the general public as well as for the government and military purposes."
Colin raised an eyebrow, "Wow, you really know your stuff."
Samantha blushed, "I am extremely interested in this position sir and hope you will consider hiring me." Colin looked at with her a piercing stare. Samantha's smile faltered as she held his stare.
"Um, I brought a copy of my resume, " she stammered. Samantha opened her briefcase and pulled out a sheet of paper placing it in front of Colin. Colin reclined back in his chair as he took the resume reading it over.
Samantha felt sweat trickling down the nape of her neck. Oh why did I have to get my shirt dirty. Hours previously, Samantha had gotten her white button-down dirty when a teenager accidentally spilled coffee on her at the coffee shop this morning. She had quickly called one of her friends who was close by and borrowed her white button down. Unfortunately, it was a size too small and it struggled to contain her large breasts.
Samantha sat uncomfortably in her seat as Colin read over her resume. She was not sure what to make of him. Logic Designs was one of the most successful businesses in the world and it was her dream job to work for him. The representatives she met at her college career fair were all very professional when they talked with her. She was ecstatic when she finally got the call that they were bringing her in for an interview. That's why when she walked into the room, she was surprised to see a scruffy middle aged man behind the mahogany desk. He was wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and boots giving him the appearance of a lumberjack versus the director of a successful tech company.
"So you worked at Red Digital as a student assistant?" he asked.
"Yes!" responded Samantha. "I wrote reports and attended different meetings with my supervisor. I really learned a lot about the inner workings of a company and it was a great experience."
Samantha relaxed as Colin asked her various questions about her previous work experiences. Despite his outward appearance, he was very professional and analyzing. Analyzing. That was the word. The way his eyes scanned her body as he listened to her responses made her conscious of her every movement. She forced her sweaty hands apart, resting them in her lap and her back tensed as she kept her back straight. Finally, Colin put down her resume and smiled.
"No need to be so tense Ms. Copperfield. Just relax. Be yourself."
Samantha tried to force a smile. What came out instead was something between a grimace and a smirk. Colin sighed, "Look. You really need to relax. As a trending tech company, we're always under attack by others. As a Marketing Officer, you need to be able to face any kind of hardship because there will be a lot of them."
Samantha panicked as her mind scrambled. Unsure of what to do, she decided to do exactly what he said and relaxed. Her shoulders relaxed as she slumped back in her chair. She unbuttoned the top of her blouse and gasped in relief. As her body began to cool down, Samantha became aware of Colin's stare. She blushed furiously.
"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to as she began to button up her shirt."
Colin waved his hands in dismissal. "Oh don't worry about it," he smiled. "You did exactly what I asked you to. You relaxed." Noticing her confusion, he elaborated, "Many people have this misconception that to be 'professional', you need to be aware of your every movement. When I say to relax, it means to do just that. Relax. If you are relaxed, then your clients will be relaxed. And a relaxed client is easier to sell to."
Still a little confused but relieved, Samantha reclined in her chair. Colin smiled, "Good, you're learning." He opened a drawer and pulled out some documents. "Here," he said handing a document over to her. "Read this. It entails the next part of your interview process. Be sure to read everything."
It is understood and agreed to that the below identified discloser of confidential information may provide certain information that is and must be kept confidential. To ensure the protection of such information, and to preserve any confidentiality necessary under patent and/or trade secret laws, it is agreed that
1. The Recipient agrees not to disclose the confidential information obtained from the discloser to anyone unless required to do so by law.
2. This Agreement states the entire agreement between the parties concerning the disclosure of Confidential Information. Any addition or modification to this Agreement must be made in writing and signed by the parties.
3. If any of the provisions of this Agreement are found to be unenforceable, the remainder shall be enforced as fully as possible and the unenforceable provision(s) shall be deemed modified to the limited extent required to permit enforcement of the Agreement as a whole.
Samantha flipped the page. Her eyes widened as she read Interview Process may involve sexual conduct and/or sexual activity for psychological analysis purposes.
"Hey uhm, Mr. Mathews? What is this part here?" she asked. "This part about uh ... sexual activities?"
Colin looked at the girl without blinking. "What about it?"
Samantha licked her lips nervously, "Um ... nothing..." Colin looked at the girl with a slight smile.
"Our objective is to put you in an uncomfortable spot and see how you react to the situation. Like I said previously, our Marketing Officers will be undergoing high pressure situations. One of the reasons we are so successful is because of the expertise of our Marketing Officers."
"But ... but I'm just trying to be an intern," Samantha stammered.