You leave Buck hanging and turn back to Sarah.
"I leave intern hiring up to my managers. We generally don't hire anyone straight out of high school. But send your resume here," you say as you pull out your business card and scrawl your company website's job page on the back, "and someone can hire you if you're qualified for a post."
You hand the business card to her, but there's a determined look on Sarah's face. She grabs your extended wrist instead and drags you with great force practically pulling you through the table.
"Jane, cover for me," Sarah tosses over her shoulder. "I'm heading to the computer lab and I'll be back in 10 minutes."
The two of you head through the darkened school hallways with her jabbering at you until you arrive at the computer lab. She's just about to graduate and she's been coding since she was eight and she read your unauthorized biography too and...She pulls a key ring from her pocket, unlocks the door, and propels you in.
The lab sure has changed since you were last here. The money you donated to the school looks like it has been used well.
"Here," she says, jabbing her finger at the computer monitor. You pull up a chair and she begins describing her code, her epiphanies, her struggles and triumphs.
Its good stuff. A little rough around the edges, but you're seeing a level of creativity and innovation that can't be taught. It reminds you a little of yourself back then. With as much as she already knows, it would be a waste to send her to college to listen to endless lectures on material she has already mastered. She could run circles around some of your recent college graduates.
A little breathlessly, she asks, "Do you think I can get a job with your company?"
"Well..." you pause, thinking about the logistics. Stan's group could use her, but Meg's group probably would be a better fit for her.
Misinterpreting your silence, Sarah breaks into tears and drops to her knees at her feet. Her lower lip trembles. "I'm sorry for wasting your time. I know I'm no good. But please, I have to get out of here. Please, I'll do anything."
Sarah starts unbuttoning her shirt. You swallow hard. She's been hiding quite a nice pair of breasts under her unfashionable clothing. |
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What do you do next?
Clear up the misunderstanding, extend a job offer, and keep your dignity intact.
Whoa whoa whoa, slow down. Not a good idea to get caught with a naked 18 year old.
Considering how much barely legal tail you missed out on in highschool, you make an exception.
Panic and get far away from this situation before it gets messy.
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