My name is Fredrick Faneuil I am a chemist, engineer and entrepreneur. After going through countless resumes, I was finally interviewing for a personal assistant. I have a small company that specializes in cutting edge battery technology. I am only thirty-two and own quite a successful company. My previous personal assistant had recently retired. Usually the previous assistant, Mrs. Roberts, would help to train the new hire. Most companies operate this way to ensure effective transitions. Even though Mrs. Roberts kept warning of her upcoming departure, I had dropped the ball. As I was totally consumed in the lab. I was working on new saline crystal based battery. I was convinced that the NiCad battery (the mainstay of our current product line) was reaching its end of potential development. My last invention had greatly improved NiCad technology, but it was no longer as viable. Other companies had products that were gaining on our NiCad development. We needed a new edge. I knew the new battery would revolutionize the electric car. Nine hundred mile ranges were absolutely possible. Mrs. Roberts had been an incredible asset to an introverted nerd like me. Her personal and networking skills were essential to my company's success. She had been with me from the start. Her leaving left me with a dilemma, how could I interview effectively. I really am better with science than people.
I had a scientific solution, however. A compound (xt203) I had accidentally discovered while researching elements suitable for the new battery. This compound had some unexpected properties. It worked like a combination truth serum mind control drug. I figured what better thing to use to expedite the interview process. Since I was not very good at social discernment, people who are duplicitous often fooled me. Mrs. Roberts had shielded me from all that. That is why I knew I needed to use the compound.
The first interview, my nine o'clock, was with a person who was obviously not what her resume portrayed. I didn't even have to use the compound. I just asked her a few obligatory questions and told her I would let her know.
The next interview was with Dahlia Prynne my ten-thirty. She had a way about her that made me think she possibly was the one. She was tall and beautiful. She looked to be about thirty-five years old. She had a very voluptuous body. Red hair and a beautiful face. Beautiful eyes and well applied makeup. I was, however, more concerned about her personal skills, because I knew my limitations. She dressed professional and looked intelligent. I motioned for her to have a seat. She sat in the reception area by a coffee table.
"Would you like something to drink? Tea or coffee?" I asked.
"Coffee, please," Dahlia replied.
I went to the breakroom kitchenette and poured two cups of coffee. Putting the tasteless compound (xt203) powder into one cup. Put the cups on a tray with cream and sugar. I placed the tray on the table in front of her, making sure the cup with the xt203 was close to her. An I sat down I took the potion less cup of coffee.
"Cream, sugar?" I offered.
"Yes please," she said.
She then fixed her coffee to her liking and took a drink. I put a spoon of sugar and a bit of cream in my coffee. I too took a drink.
"Why do you think you are a good fit for me and my company?" I asked.
"I studied chemistry for a while at CAL, until I got pregnant and could not continue," she stated. This would definitely be an asset, chemistry knowledge is essential in my business.
She then told me that she had gotten married and had a daughter. But, later her husband and daughter died in a plane crash. They were returning from visiting his parents in Florida. I remembered seeing a show about that commuter plane tragedy. Wings iced up only three survived. She said that she had been forced to return three days before, due to an obligation. She was on an earlier flight. He had wanted to spend as much time with his family as possible, because his father had been diagnosed with cancer. Just chatting with her made me realize she was cultured and smart. To distinct assets in business. The compound would tell me if she could be trusted.
I waited for the compound to take effect before asking any real questions. I knew that when I had tested it on myself, the muscles in my face relaxed when it took effect. Finally her jaw seemed to go a little slack. I wanted to test if it was working.
"Did you enjoy sex with your husband?" I asked. Figuring she would be offended it the compound had not yet taken effect.
"Yes, but it was a little vanilla," she said. It might be working I thought.
"How often do you masturbate?" I asked. If she answered this I knew it was working.
"Once, maybe twice a day," she answered. It was working.
"Why do you want to work here?" I asked.
"I need a job," she said.
"Why this job?" I asked. I could not tell if the compound was really working.
"I like having a male boss," she said.
"Any particular reason why?" I questioned.
"Especially a bossy one," she admitted.
"Do you like being told what to do?" I asked.
"Oh yes," she replied. Her face flushed a little with this admission.
"What if I told you to show me your breasts?" I asked.
"I would show them to you, without hesitation," she said. Her face got a little redder.
"Let's move this interview into my private office," I said.
With that I led Dahlia to my private office. Once were both inside, I locked the door. This interview was going a totally different direction than I expected. Though, I thought this might be real fun to see where it went. It was then that I noticed her nipples were poking out. Their outline was clearly visible through her blouse.
