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up polo, which was worn over a black-and-white striped turtleneck and paired with a leather-belted mini and black stockings.
    The overall impact was phenomenal.
    Wow was all I could think.
    “Hello, Yanna. My name is Charli – without an E – and you will be reporting to me.” Her voice was very, very cultured, with the slightest hint of a French accent.
    She was terrifying. I was tempted to run away, and only the prospect of keeping my dream job kept me in place. I shook her hand gingerly and winced at the tiny tremble in my voice as I said, “Hello, Ms. Charli. I’d just like you to know how excited I am to work for you and the company.”
    “Just Charli, ma belle.”
    I nodded dumbly and gratefully took the seat she indicated with a wave of her well-manicured hand.
    “Now, you know what Kastein Company is?”
    “Yes.” I recited what I learned from the Web, which was pretty much everything since I had a photographic memory. “It’s one of the fastest growing companies in Europe and North America. It specializes in real estate and entertainment. Mr. Erik Kastein concentrates on real estate while his son Constantijin Kastein concentrates on turning books and mangas into blockbuster movies and TV series.” I didn’t want to sound like I was trying to impress her or anything, even though I really was. I just wanted to make sure she knew I wasn’t taking this interview lightly.
    “That’s right. Magnifique,” she murmured with a beautiful smile. “Now, we’ve hired you to be our marketing specialist.”
    I blinked. “I thought you were just looking for a researcher.”
    “True,” Charli replied. “But your research will be both textual and on-field. The thing is, we’re not really interested in where you’ve graduated, what your degree is, or even where you worked previously.”
    I straightened at her words, now even more confused.
    “What we were really interested in was your ability to meet business talents with your main passion. And that’s reading, no?”
    It took me a while to adjust to her French, umm, verbal peculiarities. She said ‘no’, but what she really meant was ‘yes’…yes?
    I finally nodded. “Err, yes, I love to read.”
              Her face remained unsmiling as she asked, “But you can’t write to save your life, no?”
    The way Charli said it made me wince, but it was true. “ Yes .”
    “And that’s why we need you. We are not interested in hiring writers. They are often biased and egoistical, often unable to appreciate anyone else’s writing over theirs. But you - you know how to judge books and writing without being a writer yourself, and that’s why we need you.”
    “I see.” But I didn’t.
    “This is what you’d call a dream job, ma belle.”
    I jerked in my seat at her words.
    The words sounded eerie, more like a curse than a blessing.
    Charli leaned close. “Your main job is to know and if you can, predict, what the trend in the market is right now regarding these materials. You need to look for projects worthy of international viewership. You have a blog, no?”
    The sudden switch of subjects made my head whirl a bit, but I nodded again.
    “And you review works there, no?”
    “Yes.” Did she Google me too? How did she know so much about me?
    “So I want you to do the same here, but only this time, you get heard.” She leaned backin her chair and looked at me with her naturally green and incredibly sharp eyes. “You will take the job, no?”
    “I’d be crazy not to,” was all I could say.
              Afterwards, Charli told me that I, along with the two other applicants called back for a second interview yesterday, had the same jobs. We would work as a team and individually, depending on necessity. The salary she quoted was standard pay in the industry, but she told me this could go higher in a short time based on my performance. On the bright side, she did say I’d get free meals at work, excellent overtime pay when required,