(Author’s Note: I am not sure about the things that are going on in my current life right now. I will update as I can, but I am not sure when I’ll be back to extra writings on the blog besides Friday Fictioneers. Here’s today’s offering.)
The Name Of The Game
by Miles H. Rost
Mark Daniels kept clicking the mouse. He was barely listening to the person in front of him.
“And that’s why I can be the best at your company.”
Mark didn’t look up, but kept clicking the mouse.
“Alright. Thank you for coming in. I’ll contact you if you got the job.”
The interviewee just looked at him funny, then turned around and left out the door. Mark waited until the door closed, and he tore up the resume.
“Not gonna waste my time.”
He kept clicking on the mouse, looking at the scantily clad women on his screen. A small smile came across his face.