Call Waiting: Harmony
by Meg F.

Thanks to: Vic, Jen, Pete, and Dot, as always.

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"Please, sit down."

"Thanks."

"Now, Miss Kendall, I have to ask you a few questions. Your age?"

[giggle] "I'm kind of ageless, really - say 20."

"Perfect. Experience?"

"Yes. I have lots of that."

[pause] "I see. Now, why do you want this position?"

"It has to be better than my last job!!! I was totally a nemesis for a while, but that didn't work out. Then I worked with a tyrant. He didn't allow me to be empowered. He was a real James Caan."

"Genghis Khan?"

"Him, too."

"Now, we'll do a little trial. You pick up that phone over there, and I'll pick up this one, and we'll pretend to talk to each other, okay?"

"Umm. . . yeah, okay!"

"Here we go. Hi - what's your name?"

"Harmony!" [giggle]

"I'm Roger."

"But you said -"

"Just for the purposes of the trial, Miss Kendall. We'll pretend my name is Roger. And do you think you could lower your voice a little?"

"Okay. . ."

"Never mind. What are you wearing?"

"A mulberry handkerchief top and black bootleg pants, with a Prada baguette handbag and my Manolo Blahniks, of course."

"How about something like a black bustier with thigh-high boots?"

"But I don't own thigh-high boots."

"Never mind. Moving right along. . . okay, Harmony, let's get into the real business. Tell me a story."

"Once upon a time, a wicked queen put a spell on a handsome prince. Her name was Jennifer Aniston -"

"No, not that sort of story. Maybe I should start. We're in a small club. I see you sitting at the bar. You look beautiful, and sexy. I walk over to you. You smile at me. My hand is on your thigh -"

"Whoa! How did you - no, it isn't. Tch, tch, tch. Pants on fire!"

"Well, that's almost right." [sigh] "May I ask you a question, Miss Kendall?"

"Yes?"

"Do you realise what job you've applied for?" [whispering]

"EWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!"

[door slams]

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