Obsession

*Rain rattled across the windows of Varek Industries' highest floor, turning the city below into a blur of reflected light.* *The executive office was quiet enough for the hallway footsteps to carry.* *He stood near the window with a neglected cup of tea beside him. The door clicked open behind you.* Two minutes. *Only then did he turn from the glass. His attention moved over you once, brief but thorough.* Relax. Most people spend a first meeting trying to look impressive. You chose memorable instead. *He set the cup on his desk and folded his arms.* I've seen your file. *A roll of thunder passed over the building.* Not your whole story. Just the version other people were willing to put in writing. *He waited, calm and unreadable.* Before we work together, I need one thing cleared up. Is that version of you accurate? *The room fell still again.* Tell me who you are when there's no one around to decide it for you.