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and got straight to the point.  “You’ve been selected for a final interview for this position,” she said, “and I am authorized to tell you the rest of the requirements for this position, and finally, the compensation schedule.” She took a deep breath.  “ This is a really unusual job.  It will require yo u to work in close proximity to males for extended periods of time, and there will be some lack of privacy at times…it can’t be helped.  We are deeply involved with the U.S. Defense industry, and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what a cutthroat business this is.  By its very nature, our business has to remain secret…one slip of the tongue can literally give away billions of dollars in revenue.” 
    For all the fact that Sylvia insisted on getting directly at the meat of their subject, Sylvia seemed to be hedging a bit, tiptoeing around something she was not comfortable with. Celine decided to risk a humorous question to try to lighten the atmosphere…she decided to risk it because Sylvia’s sudden reluctance to get on with it was giving her the first doubts about what she was getting into.  “Who do I have to kill?” she asked with a smile.
    Sylvia was thrown off stride by the question. “Well, we hope it won’t come to that, but you could conceivably be placed in that position as a last ditch effort to protect your principal,” she was told. “I’m sorry,” Sylvia said, “Would that be a problem for you?”
    “No,” Celine answered calmly, “as you are aware, my father is a career police officer, and I understand about security, I just was not aware that this was a security job.”
    “Oh, it’s not,” Sylvia said, “I mentioned that it was a last ditch possibility, and it is.”  She sipped the delicious coffee. And Celine felt comfortable following her lead.      
    “I’ve only done one of these particular interviews before, and it’s such a cloak and dagger thing that I’m still a little careful how I approach it.” She presented a short written contract to Celine. Celine, a trained speed reader, read the contract through and gazed into Sylvia’s eyes. What she had read bothered her a little, but she wanted to know how much something like this was worth. “How much?” she asked directly.
    Sylvia matter of factly wrote a figure at the bottom of the contract where a salary was specified, a figure in the mid six figures.  Celine never hesitated, she simply signed and dated the contract, and handed the contract back to Sylvia with a smile.  Sylvia smiled back and hugged her.  “Welcome to the family,” she said. She handed Celine a box full of business cards.  “You’re to go in at precisely nine a.m.,” she said, “you understand you are to do whatever he says without question, immediately, or you are subject to disciplinary action?” Celine nodded.  “As the contract specifies, your contract is year to year, and either of you can terminate the contract at will.  Good luck Celine.” Sylvia poured more coffee for both of them and they sat comfortably, making small talk.  Celine felt her excitement building.  The business cards Sylvia had handed her were for P. Winston Dunn.
    At precisely nine a.m. Celine entered Dunn’s office and her life changed forever. She stepped before his desk and looked him directly in the eyes and started to tell him her name.  He never looked up from the document he was speed reading and held a finger up for her to be silent…her mouth snapped shut. He put the paper down and picked up another without looking up. “I know who you are,” he said, “never interrupt me when I’m reading.”
    “Yes sir,” she said. 
    Immediately he raised his clear blue eyes to her.  “I’m not in the habit of repeating myself,” he said.  “If you aren’t willing to abide by the terms of the contract, you can leave now and go back to the reception desk.” Celine looked down at the floor, nodding.  “Bend over my desk.”