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Hands On My Body

... you like to know what I see in you?"

She squirmed slightly in her seat and nodded. "Of course."

"I see a young woman who has probably been spoiled and had many things handed to her in her short time on this planet. Surely your looks have opened many doors. You go to a highly ranked and very competitive university and surely come from a comfortable upper middle-class background. As you know this internship pays nothing. It's also demanding -- very demanding. The successful candidate will not be window dressing. He or she is going to work their ass off." I paused before continuing. "So, tell me, Ms. Wilcox. Why would you want this internship?"

She looked me in the eyes without flinching. "Thank you for your observations, Mr. Booth," she said with a slight smile. "Yes, I've done alright for myself, sir. I know my skills -- my strengths and weaknesses -- and I know my...assets. But, in truth, I've worked hard for everything I've achieved to date and I take nothing for granted."

She looked me squarely in the eye to show her confidence. "And the answer to my question?" I queried with a smile.

"I want to intern here for the summer because I want to learn from the best," she stated firmly. "And because I want to be challenged," she continued. I held off responding to see if she had anything else to add. "And I want to make a difference...and will."

"I see. Tell me. If I were to ask your parents to describe you in two words and then asked your friends to do the ...

... same, what words would they use?"

She smiled demurely and crossed her legs. I was tempted to look, but I did not. I was not going to let her subtle moves distract me from my focus and concentration. My eyes never wandered.

"My parents would say I'm driven...and intelligent." She paused, looked out the window for a second and turned her gorgeous eyes back to mine. "My friends? They'd say I'm beautiful," she stated with a soft smile. "And fun."

I smiled back. The interview went on from there. I posed questions and learned of her skills and background. She was a local girl and this internship would bring her back home to Charlottesville for the summer. My probing questions elicited thoughtful answers and displayed a young woman who seemed to not wilt under pressure. She may have gotten what she'd wanted out of life so far, but that was for a reason.

I was not going to let her know she'd pushed herself to the top of the list, but I was going to let her know this internship was not going to be won on looks and resume alone.

"Well," I said, looking at my watch, "I have to bring this to a close. But let me ask you one final question, Ms. Wilcox. I received over 100 applications for this internship and you are the last of twelve interviews. I will bring two or three back for a final interview before deciding. The competition is quite fierce, to be honest...especially for an unpaid position." I turned my gaze upon her and took in the perfect proportions of her face. "So why ...