Personal Assistant

"Hello. My name is Serene Ochoa. I would like to try out for the position of being your personal assistant. I earned my Masters degree in literature and-" "Did you read the requirements that were needed to become my assistant Ms. Serene?" Serene cleared his throat, "Mr." "Sorry?" "Sir, it's Mr. Serene." "A man?" "I'm sorry. Did I sign up for a female job?" The CEO's lips shaped into a soft smile and shook his head, a bit interested at how Serene responded, "My apologies. Your voice doesn't sound anywhere near to a man. However, as I was saying...did you read the requirements to become my assistant?" "Yes, sir." "Do you think you're qualified?" "Yes, sir. I do have the patience, the confidence, the alertness and I can multitask." "Are you aware you're competing with numerous females?" "Mr. Anderson, I do notice the number of females that are outside of this room but I am also aware that this job doesn't require female genitals." The CEO scoffed, "You're very blunt, Mr. Ochoa. Although I have had such a lovely time speaking to you, I'm afraid our time is up. Please exit my room." He gazed back at the files on his desk, avoiding anymore eye contact with Serene. "Sorry? I didn't conclude my qualifications, sir." "I'm aware, Mr. Ochoa, but It's also clear to me you missed the part on the website that mentioned you're timed once you enter the room." "I assume if I don't get a call back I didn't get the job." "That is right so why not use your patience skill for the rest of the day to see if you got the job or not."