Job Interview: Genre Undetermined

"Did she not grovel enough? Is that what happened?"

"What the hell kind of question is that? You're a sick fuck."

"You saw her, and then you killed her. I don't think I'm the sick one."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Killed her? I had her in for a job interview. I wasn't going to hire her. She's dead?"

"A job interview? Really. We'll have to verify that. And yeah, she's dead."

"That's a pity. She wasn't quite qualified for the job she was applying for, but she seemed a nice girl, and bright."

"What job--"


Inspiration: Voices in my head.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Meh.