Stewart Dennis.
I pick up Quintessa’s resume and study it, looking at the phone number and address she provided. She doesn’t live far from here – only a few miles. I take a look at her previous jobs. The longest position she’s held was at Youngkin CPA Firm – she was there right after graduating from college up until she was about thirty. There are two other jobs after that and now she’s unemployed.
I glance at the interpersonal skills she has listed:
Ability to work well under pressure.
I sneer. That remains to be seen. If she couldn’t handle the interview, how can she handle anything else?
Analytical skills.
That I can see. She was always good with math and finding creative ways to solve problems.
Detail-oriented.
I doubt most people know what this means. She also states that she’s good at multitasking, communication skills and customer service – all of which the accounting associate position requires.
I place the resume on my desk again. Aside from what she’s typed, I want to know how her life is. What has she been up to since being out of work? How is she living? Is she happy? How has life treated her all these years? I suppose if I would’ve handled the interview with more tact, I would’ve learned the answers to those questions.
And therein lies my problem. Essex DePaul has no tact, and I like that about my new self. I’ve grown to love the man I’ve become, but surely, it’ll be a roadblock to my ultimate goal of landing my dream girl. It’s so difficult to change once you’ve tasted power. Once you have the formula for success. I surely would’ve never gotten here by being Stewart Dennis, so she’ll just have to learn to take me how I am. Hopefully, that’ll be easier for her after we’ve spent some time together.