Gareth rubs his eyes and sits back in his leather clad chair with a sigh, every one of his twenty-eight years weighing on him. Thus far none of the interview candidates has had any potential at all. Every resume looks good, but in person they’re just as flat and two-dimensional as the paper their resumes are printed on. He buzzes his secretary, letting her know he’s ready to see the next one as he smooths his face to something confident and professional. Welcome. I’m Gareth Arawn.
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