A Desk Job - Chapter 1, Part 4
This man was stiff and impersonal, it kept Fenton’s nerves at an all time high. He had not even been asked any difficult questions yet and this was already proving to be the toughest interview.
Was he in good shape? Fenton squirmed at the question, his hands visibly playing with the hem of his vest. What did that have to do with anything? It was a desk job, not lifting freight, right?
“I … don’t really do sports or anything like that.” The boy started. Shit. Wrong answer. Have to come up with something better. “But… I try to stay active..”
It wasn’t necessarily true. Fenton took the stairs when he could, but that was the extent of his workout. He was lean with youth but still possessed a little tummy pudge from hours of Reddit, TV, and xBox.
The man paced around him like a stalking predator, his eyes making Fenton flush with embarrassment and nerves. When did the real interview questions start? Why was he feeling like a slab of meat right now?
“Strip down.”