“Please,” the young woman continued, “come over to the desk. I don’t bite, really.” Although her words sounded delightful and soothing, her expression never changed. Gary thought it was strange.
“Yes,” Gary stammered, “sorry,” he said, slightly flustered. What might have flustered Gary the most was the fact that when he and Stacy first met, in third grade, she said almost the exact same thing that this woman said. Gary had been looking for his desk, and when he saw that it was next to Stacy, he became very shy. She looked at him and smiled and said, “You must be Gary. I’m Stacy. Come on and sit down, I really don’t bite.”
He started to walk toward the desk when the young woman asked, “Are you here for an interview?”
“Yes, I am,” Gary said smiling and continued toward her desk.
“May I know your name, please?” the young woman asked.
“Gary,” he said, and stuck his hand out as he reached the desk. “I’m Gary Winslow. And you are?”
The young woman continued to sit quietly with her hands folded. She looked at Gary’s outstretched hand as if studying it, then slowly unclasped her hands and shook his hand with a very firm grip. “I’m Tam,” she said, continuing to shake his hand without taking her eyes away from his. She seemed to be very business-like and quite devoid of emotion. She had beautiful eyes that seemed to stare deep inside of him.
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