TABLE OF CONTENTS Welcome, Jimmy. Won t you please have a seat? asked the young woman. Someone will be with you in a moment for your interview. Please let me know if you need anything. Jimmy watched her as she left the room. She was attractive and he was enjoying watching her hips sway as she walked away. You re not here for the women, he told himself quietly and tried to get his mind back on what he was really here to do get a job.
The young woman shut the door behind her quietly, leaving Jimmy alone in the manager s office. The room was neat and orderly. Bookcases lined the far wall, with books titled after exotic foreign lands, and pictures of various cruise ships within the company s fleet decorated the wood-paneled walls, where there was even the obligatory steering wheel from a ship hanging on the far side of the room. Jimmy noticed family pictures on the desk next to the computer and realized that the manager must be a woman since one of the pictures of a small boy was signed in childish handwriting, For Mommy.
The door opened behind him with a squeak, and Jimmy turned to see a small-framed woman dressed in khaki Dockers and a blue golf shirt. She stood only about 5 4 tall, but she carried herself with confidence and authority. Hello, Jimmy, it s nice to meet you, she began. I m Lydia Hopkins, and I ll be interviewing you today. How are you? She extended...
