4 Because 'Inches' were a Sensitive Subject
Third person POV:
After waiting patiently, her turn came.
"Finally!", she sighed out loud whilst standing up from her position, a few people looked at her weird for being that way but she couldn't care less about how people look at her, she brushed them off and walked off with her head held high confidently believing she got this interview in the bag, today, and towards the double set of doors that were going to change the course of her entire life; only, she was associating that to a job, right now.
Entering the office, her jaw slacked a bit. She was expecting high and might but she wasn't expecting this for sure. She thought her entire apartment could fit into his single office.
A large space was left free right before the double doors and a set of very expensive looking office couches were perched on the left side of the huge room right in front of the floor to ceiling windows showing off a beautiful corporate New York view. On the right to her in the same room, sat a small area of… arcade games? Wow that's a first she thought.
She finally looked ahead and in the center of the room three steps above the floor of the room she was standing in, sat a huge office mahogany table with many things sitting atop but her eyes were on something else, or someone else per se.
Wow! He's…Hot! She thought. Easily the sexiest man she's seen, who wasn't a model either, or maybe he was, who knows.
She realized she's spent a considerable amount of time just admiring around her that it would have been awkward by now, only if he had his attention on her. But he kept his head down, busy working on some documents.
She cleared her throat and walked ahead crossing the lounge kinda looking room and stepped up into the actual office part of this room.
He still hasn't looked up so she cleared her throat again. This time he lifted his head up slowly, eyes on her but before he could look all the way up to her face and say something, he looked back down.
She didn't know what to interpret by his attitude.
She tried again, this time in a sweet yet professional voice.
"Good Morning Mr. Zoldyck" Says her
But he doesn't reply and keeps working.
She clears her throat for the third time, getting agitated by his actions…or rather the lack of them.
He still doesn't look up, though this time he utters "It's your interview isn't it? Then why are you expecting me to say something? You talk I'm listening..."
So His Rudeness speaks! She thought to herself. When she comprehends what he said; what? Am I here to sell him cookies or something?
Trying to begin but didn't know how as she was still fairly new to this. And his "very welcoming" attitude was helping her wonders. Note the sarcasm.
"Umm I, uh.. I'm.. well my name is..-" she tried to begin. However was rudely interrupted.
"The world didn't get any better and you didn't get any taller with all your umm uhh ee ooo's. Get to the point already"
All that may or may not have affected her, considering she took his indifferent snobby attitude fairly well till now; however, that height remark hit home for her and she wasn't the one to just stand there and be body shamed like that because well, that's what she thought it was. Also because 'inches' were a sensitive subject of discussion for her.
