The conviction in my words seemed true when they came out of my mouth.
"What are you good at?" he asked, a calculative look flashing across his eyes. All traces of humor had left his eyes, what remained was the businessman. He stood up abruptly, took his phone and muttered a quiet 'come in' into it.
I was bewildered by his actions.
"Anthony?" I heard someone call from the door. Anthony just waved the person in. The man who entered was tall, burly, and had black spiky hair.
"Scott, please join me." He gestured to the chair in front of him. Scott turned to me with a serious look in his eyes and looked me over once.
Anthony too was staring at me, and his look held excitement. I mulled over the option carefully, I wondered if he liked what he saw. From the hint of amusement I found in his eyes, I had a feeling that he wasn't going to go easy on me in this little 'interview'.
"I like your spirit, but if you want to work in this industry, you need to turn it down a notch."
