It was one of those moments when you have so much to say but the words jumble up in your head. You fumble, eat your words, and fail to sequence your thoughts.
Nine years. A very long time indeed. It is not that she never imagined this moment. On occasions, she even rehearsed her lines in front of the large Venetian mirror in her bedroom. And now, when he was there right in front of him, she knew not what to say. It was nothing like what she had prepared for.
Memories flooded back, one after another. She lived those five years in less than five minutes. The wound is still fresh.
It took her a minute longer to compose herself. He sat there still, perplexed.
"Shall we start?" she asked. "aah... yes, sure," he stuttered.
"So, why should we hire you?" she said, adjusting her gold-rimmed spectacles on her pointed nose. A wry smile flickered across her face
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