I thought it would be a routine job interview—dress well, arrive early, and wait my turn. The lobby was quiet, the scent of fake citrus in the air. I sat with my heels crossed, resume in hand, when I noticed him.
A man lounging arrogantly, smirking as if he already knew the outcome. He made a point of belittling the process, whispering about “boxes” HR needed to tick and claiming he’d be called back before I even left. I smiled politely and went back to pretending to read my pamphlet.
Then, a woman in her sixties walked in, quietly mopping the floor. He scoffed, mocked her, and even made comments about her cleaning spray, oblivious to her calm, unbothered presence.
What happened next changed everything…
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