"I'm here to meet Mr. Ibrahim," says Bakshim.
"You must be Mr. Bahtiri, right?" asks Su.
"That's right, servant. Please, take me to your master."
"Yes sir." Su gets up from her desk but Bakshim stops her by grabbing her arm, "wait a minute now. For a slave, you look pretty good."
Su was not interested in entertaining this one bit, "Sir, I am an employee, not a slave," she proclaimed boldly.
"But what's the difference, other than one gets paid a measly portion. But if I was your master, I'd probably make you my wife."
He gives her a wink while she gives him a look of disgust, "Bakshim, is it? Are you forgetting you are here for an interview... to become an employee?"
"No way. My mother- I mean, I couldn't possibly have signed up for a mere employee role. I'm sure my mother- I mean, I'm sure my agent had recommended me a better position."
"Such as?"
"Something like, I don't know, CEO Assistant?"
"Does that position even exists?"