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Trial #8:
Next Victim...
Bude's interview with Miranda:
"Please state your name."
"Miranda Stone."
"How long have you worked at Beach Radio Magazine?"
"Six months."
"Why such a short time?"
"My original company merged with them."
"And what was your original company?"
"Blast Attack."
"And how would you compare the two?"
"Beach Radio is a little bit different."
"How so?"
"I worked for a British company. This is an American company."
"Is that right?"
Miranda nodded. "Yes ma'am."
Ms. Bude didn't comment. She only wrote down more notes and flipped the page. Madison glanced up at her.
"How have you adjusted to working here?"
"Very good, thank you."
"I see." More notes followed along with that statement. Miranda shifted in her chair. Just a few minutes in.
"Describe the work atmosphere."
"It's good."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"I see." More notes followed behind. "Anything else?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
Miranda nodded. "Yes ma'am."
The other woman didn't speak as she kept writing notes. This went on for three minutes. Miranda swallowed a bit. I can see why the others panicked about this woman. I don't know how much longer I can take with her.
Ms. Bude looked up at her. "Show me your portfolio."
"Yes ma'am." Miranda gave her her portfolio.
"Thank you." Madison took the binder and read over it. The other woman waited with bated breath. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Couldn't this go any faster? Ms. Bude looked up at her.
"Thank you for your time," she said. Miranda blinked at her.
"That's it?" she asked.
"Yes," Madison replied. "You can go now." The other woman rose to her feet.
"Thank you, ma'am," she said. They shook hands and Miranda walked out of the room. She really wanted to scream afterwards. The woman hid in the bathroom for most of the bathroom.
I can't do this!, Miranda thought. I just... can't... She broke down crying in the stall.
I was Gonna Go to Work, but Then I Got High
Next Victim...
Bude's interview with Miranda:
"Please state your name."
"Miranda Stone."
"How long have you worked at Beach Radio Magazine?"
"Six months."
"Why such a short time?"
"My original company merged with them."
"And what was your original company?"
"Blast Attack."
"And how would you compare the two?"
"Beach Radio is a little bit different."
"How so?"
"I worked for a British company. This is an American company."
"Is that right?"
Miranda nodded. "Yes ma'am."
Ms. Bude didn't comment. She only wrote down more notes and flipped the page. Madison glanced up at her.
"How have you adjusted to working here?"
"Very good, thank you."
"I see." More notes followed along with that statement. Miranda shifted in her chair. Just a few minutes in.
"Describe the work atmosphere."
"It's good."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"I see." More notes followed behind. "Anything else?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
Miranda nodded. "Yes ma'am."
The other woman didn't speak as she kept writing notes. This went on for three minutes. Miranda swallowed a bit. I can see why the others panicked about this woman. I don't know how much longer I can take with her.
Ms. Bude looked up at her. "Show me your portfolio."
"Yes ma'am." Miranda gave her her portfolio.
"Thank you." Madison took the binder and read over it. The other woman waited with bated breath. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Couldn't this go any faster? Ms. Bude looked up at her.
"Thank you for your time," she said. Miranda blinked at her.
"That's it?" she asked.
"Yes," Madison replied. "You can go now." The other woman rose to her feet.
"Thank you, ma'am," she said. They shook hands and Miranda walked out of the room. She really wanted to scream afterwards. The woman hid in the bathroom for most of the bathroom.
I can't do this!, Miranda thought. I just... can't... She broke down crying in the stall.
I was Gonna Go to Work, but Then I Got High
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