Looking over her resume he asked, “Why should you be the person we hire?”
“Because I’m *very* good at what I do.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Keeping eye contact, she stood and slowly walked around the desk. Reaching his chair, she lightly stroked a finger across his cheek. “Of course you will,” she said in a sultry voice. “I expect nothing less…”
He started to speak, “What are you…” then stopped, his face expressionless.
“…than what I want. You *do* understand, don’t you?”
“Of course,” he said blankly. “Whatever you want.”
She smiled. Her mother’s spell worked perfectly.
