\"The interview\"

Feeling more assured now i venture Gasping for that last breath of confidence. The relevance of my achievements vanish into contorted insignificance. The marble floor lay before me drawing Mosaic forms as i walk. I reach the door clinging to my well prepared answers. My mind has scrambled into a wash of nervous fog. A man standing there cold faced no smile not a whimper of welcome. The same man escorts me to my court. Four of them scanning me for imperfections. My head at first down then remembering my situation. I hold my face straight looking direct waiting For their verbal extraction to commence. Chris.