Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 1
THE JOB INTERVIEW
"How is it you are applying for this position?" He had identified himself as Dan, the Human Resources Director for the Executive staff floor. "The position wasn't listed in any open position publication, website or generally available to job recruiters. We generally expect these positions to take some time to generate a candidate or two."
I knew full well why he was asking. The position was definitely unique for an entry level Personal Assistant position. "A friend of mine well, actually, a friend of my sister told me about it. She sent it to me. The way you sent it to your discrete recruiter. I had to agree, it sounded like what I needed at the moment."
He was watching me intently. "This friend has a name?" He was probing on a new level, now.
I chuckled, "Tina Williams. She said someone would wonder because she signed a nondisclosure agreement. She only told me there was a personal assistant's position open here and it had some responsibilities that would fit my interests. I'm really curious what those are."
"Tina Williams. Okay, Yeah, she took a promotion to one of our subsidiaries in Florida, right ?" nodded. "Okay. Well... your curiosity. This position is on the 5th floor which is the Executive Floor. The requirements up there are distinctly different there than anywhere else in the Corporation. Very different."
I studied him for a beat, then pressed on. "As you described the job, it sounds interesting with challenge. I like that. I detest being bored with time on my hands or doing tasks that become rote. The pay and benefits.. they're amazing for the position. I know only have a couple years experience but I got bored at the other job. I want that challenge."
He smiled. I had the feeling the Interview was going pretty well so far. He seemed to like my openness and desire for more. He continued, "To get into the other what makes the position very different, I will need you to sign a NDA." He opened the folder he had in front of him and slid it across the table to me. We were meeting in a conference room on the 2nd floor. Apparently, the 5th floor was different. "Nobody get onto the 5th floor without having one of these on record." I pulled it in front of me and scanned it.
Then, I read it. It spoke a lot to nothing in particular. What it basically said was that anything was exposed to, heard, saw, was requested to do, or did in response to any request would be held in the strictest confidence under threat of significant and extensive legal action. Wow. I signed it. Tina said she enjoyed her time on the 5th floor and she knew I was created in the same mold as she was. Her only hint was 'sex'. I didn't mention that to this guy.
In the elevator going up to the 5th floor, he warned, "You'll need to make your decision when we reach the doors to the office area if you want to continue or not. Regardless, though, the NDA will be binding."
The elevator dinged, a second later the door parted, and we stepped out into a large vestibule area. I had noticed that he used a key card to activate the button for the 5th floor. This floor really was restricted and glancing through the large glass doors straight ahead indicated why. Naked people. He turned me to the right and we stepped just far enough to be beyond the doors. By doing so, I also was hit by the image I stepped into. I was like stepping into a wide locker room bay. But instead of actual lockers, there were slots in the wall with hangers and every one of them seemed to contain dresses, or skirts and blouses, or slacks and blouses with shoes and undergarments. I looked more deliberately but didn't see any around me that indicated clothes that would be wom by a man. Further down the bay, or hall made into a changing area, were sinks and mirrors. There was an opening further down into a room that was dark but it seemed......
"Are those showers," I asked. I looked in the other direction past the doors and found the same thing but fewer stalls. A small stool stood before the shallow stalls just deep enough to hold a hanger or two. There were a couple sinks in that direction, too, but no larger room of what seemed to be showers.
"Yes," he responded. He walked me down the hall to the darkened room. When we approached the sinks, the lights over the mirrors came on. When we stepped into the opening, subdued lighting flashed on, it was like an old-fashioned locker room. Not individual shower stalls that most modern facilities have but a large room with shower nozzles along the walls and a post with nozzles in the center.
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