A Desk Job - Chapter 1, Part 3
A good start? Well, if he said so. Fenton was confused, but pleased to have received such a positive response already. Maybe the man thought he was joking?
The man was lean and clean cut, his hair neatly gelled to his head. His face was youthful but masculine. He was in his mid thirties at least. The clothes he wore and the demeanor he put on made Fenton wonder if the man was really the office manager or actually one of the partners of the studio.
“Your full name?”
“Fenton Brenton.”
There was a pause and the youth was sure he caught the slight origins of a smile tease at the corner of the man’s mouth. It wasn't uncommon Fenton’s parents thought themselves clever giving him a rhyming name, in reality all they had given him was a persistent source of mirth for others at his own expense.
“You have worked in an office before?”
“N-no. I’m still looking for the perfect starting place for my career after high school.” They were memorized words that he’d repeated before. Nobody wanted to hear that he had no experience and Fenton didn’t want to sound desperate.
The economy was bad. No question there. Jobs were a scarcity. He’d interviewed at over thirty different places over the last two months. Money was getting tight at home. His parents couldn’t help him through college and with Dad out of work, the family finances were getting grim.
“Stand in the center of the room.”
Fenton took a few nervous steps onto the large patterned rug. He despised being the center of attention. The teen was far more comfortable in the background. Let him file paperwork, he didn’t have glamorous intentions of being a CEO.
“Do you workout? Keep yourself fit?”