I straightened my tie, ran a hand through my hair, and waited. The next candidate, Willow, entered the office with hesitant steps, her small frame and innocent expression a dramatic contrast to the powerful woman who had just left.
"Mr. Hart? Hi," she chirped, twisting her tiny clutch. Her eyes were still wide, having clearly processed the implications of the sounds she must have heard. Yet, she was still here.
I leaned back against the desk, adopting a relaxed, yet dominant pose. "Did you hear all that?"
She sat on the couch then straightened up to look at me. "Hear what?"
"The sounds, of course," I said, never breaking eye contact.
"The sex sounds, ah yes I did," she said with a bright smile. "The lady even winked at me when she left. Were you shooting a scene?"
She looked pointedly at the camera that was still recording.
"Kind of," I said.
