156 C*ck leaping over the dragons gate (2/2)
As the smoke stacks rose behind himBen reached the reception desk. He spoke with the secretary, indicating his arrival, and sat down in the waiting area among many other applicants.
Looking around, he frowned. Everyone else wore expensive-looking business attire. Meanwhile, he looked down at his clothes: an off-brand white dress shirt, dark slacks, and dress shoes he borrowed from his dad.
Ben didnt have time to go shopping and didnt even own a tie. Am I underdressed? More nervous now, he wiped his sweaty palms on his lap, and kept his head down.
After staring at his legs a while, he found some confidence. Its okay. Even if the clothes dont make the man, the hose can make the man
In the darkness, Ben found faithin the phallus.
”Benjamin Romero?” When a cold female voice announced his name, he looked up, and saw a beautiful woman at the door of the interview room.
She wore a s.e.xy professional ensemble of a dark womans suit and skirt with black stockings and heels. Her brown shoulder-length hair, glasses, and indifferent expression also generated a unique aura. It was purple.
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As she gazed around the interviewees for a response, she adjusted her glasses, giving the impression of an intelligent career-oriented woman, who needed better-fitting glasses.
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”Benjamin Romero?”
Hearing her call his name again, Ben snapped out of his trance, which in reality, was a staring contest with her n.i.p.p.l.es…
”Its me.” He stood up.
Looking him up and down, the woman narrowed her eyes a bit, as if disapproving of his appearance. ”Come with me.”
She led him into an interview room, where after handing out copies of his resume, he sat down at one end of a large white oval conference table, opposite three older gentlemen, who soon introduced themselves as the managers conducting the interview. As for the cold woman, she grabbed a seat at the far end of the table, and turned silent.
The first manager was an elderly man with curly gray hair and square black-rimmed glasses. He held Bens resume in his hand, reading it over.
The second was a balding overweight middle-aged man with brown hair at his temples. He wore a pleasant smile and nodded to Ben, introducing himself as Bob. Ben knew him to be the friend of Professor Harisson who called asking for recommendations.
The third man was middle-aged with parted short black hair and a stern face. When he glanced at the resume, and then at Ben, he showed a deep frown, and spoke his reservations without a care. ”Isnt he too young? 18 year old freshman? I didnt know we were recruiting useless applicants like this…and how about this appearance? Short, average looks, hell never be suitable for on-camera. Why is he here? Isnt this a waste of time?” He looked at Ben with pure disdain
When Ben heard such open contempt, his heart descended to the lobby. He was already nervous when he entered, and now, for the interviewer to ridicule him in the open
Ben couldnt help clenching his fists Did I come here just to be humiliated?
His chest became overloaded with disappointment, painful memories, and alsoa rising anger!