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articles had a grainy black and white photo on it, but it hung on the far wall and I couldn’t make him out. I looked over at the receptionist wondering if it would be weird to get up and walk across to read it. I shrugged, what would she care, she wasn’t hiring me. I stood and walked to the far wall and peered at the photo.
    My hands began to perspire, my heart thumped against my chest. I held my breath, I think, although I couldn’t be sure.
    It was him.
    His dark hair was pulled back, his smile electric as he looked through the camera lens, right into your soul. Right into my soul.
    “I see you’ve chosen two perfectly intact shoes today,” he said.
    I turned.
    Jason Green, stage hypnotist and rogue of the mirror maze, stood in front of me looking more gorgeous than ever.
     

FOUR
     
    Dan’s office was a stark contrast to the plain modern lobby. Whereas the walls outside were crisp and minimalist, his room was filled with passion and drama. Pale cream stone walls with a subtle fleck that made them look like marble. Dark hardwood floors with enough gloss that you could almost see your reflection. A large plush Persian rug, filled with reds, oranges, and greens that swirled together.
    To my left two sofa’s with deep blue velvet fabric faced each other, and to my right a dark mahogany desk with two computers and two seats. A television screen, turned off, hung at the back of the room and took up an entire wall.
    Jason led me to one of the velvet sofa’s and as I sat down I ran my hand across the seat, letting it’s smoothness calm me. If I had to do grunt work, I’d want to do it in a room like this. He sat opposite me, leaning back casually, watching me like he was studying my every move. I sat up straight, stopping myself from shifting in my seat. I didn’t want him to think I was nervous.
    I cleared my throat so my voice wouldn’t squeak. “Well, this is awkward.” I said. “I wasn’t expecting you to be the Jason Green.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “It’s true. I didn’t have any idea who you were before I came here. I was looking for a job. That’s all.”
    He didn’t say anything. His eyes barely blinked. Mine on the other hand, had started to flutter as if I had something stuck in them, and my lips felt dry. I licked them quickly.
    “The reason I’m looking for something is because Thomas is in hospital. Fractured hip, would you believe? So, it’s not like I can work with him right now. I mean I will be working with him again when he gets better, of course. But right now, I need something else. So I can help with the hospital bills. They have their own money, but I want to help.” Oh god, shoot me. I was rambling. I never ramble.
    He nodded again and continued to remain silent and stare at me. My whole mouth felt dry now. I swallowed. Why wasn’t he talking? This had to end.
    “Are you going to say anything? I feel uncomfortable enough having never been to a job interview, but to know that it’s you that is the greatest, hottest, stage hypnotist, sitting across from me, is making me d ehydrate before your very eyes. Pretty soon I’ll shrivel up and be nothing more than a peanut. I’m sure you don’t want that on your conscience. Can you imagine what the newspaper articles will say? It’d be a scandal. Hypnotist turns applicant to dust.”
    He leaned forward. “Can I get you water?”
    “Please.”
    He stood up, and walked to a low cabinet next to the desk. He opened it up to reveal a small fridge, stocked like a hotel mini bar. He grabbed a bottle of water and walked back over to the sofa’s, handing it to me as he sat back down.
    I took it out of his hand, unscrewed the lid and gulped down a mouthful.
    “Better?” he asked.
    “Much.”
    He leaned forward. “So, I’m the greatest, hottest, stage hypnotist, am I?”
    “According to everyone.”
    “What about you? Do you think I am?”
    “You’ll live forever in my heart as the mirror maze prince who rescued me from my