Jessica

"Have a seat." Her smile was not kind. She flipped through his file. "Hm. Forty years experience, careful, systematic, well-liked, cheerful. Yes, unfortunately the position has already..."
The carpeting felt thin. He focused on her paper cup of tea. Poisonously strong, the Tetley tag stained, dangling. Everything stale, bitter, uncivilized. "Ah- your lucky day! Accounting needs an assistant clerk.  32K.  Interested?"