Woman (vice president) wearing glasses and business suit enters and paces at front, repeatedly checking her watch, and is obviously very nervous, and yet very in control -- she is practiced, experienced, and seasoned in authority, but still, something is making her very, very nervous.
Man (interviewee) enters and comes halfway up to front -- he and woman do not see each other yet. He paces for a few moments, straightening his hair, checking his sheaf of papers, mumbling to himself.
INTERVIEWEE:
(nervously) Well, this is it. It all comes down to this interview. If I don’t get this, I’m through. No, don’t think that way! Think positively. You’re going to get it. You’re going to get this job. You’re going to ace this interview. Because if you don’t, it’s bankruptcy, foreclosure on the house. (looks to heaven) Oh God, please help me now, I need Your help, Lord. (and with that he gives one more check to the hair, straightens his shoulders and tie, and marches toward his destiny)
VICE PRESIDENT:
(checking watch) It’s ten o’clock, exactly.
INTERVIEWEE:
(arriving, just in time, smiling hugely) Ten o’clock, exactly.
VICE PRESIDENT:
(looking up, smiling professionally) Very good, Mr. Judah. Right on time.
INTERVIEWEE:
(smarmily) Punctuality is Pertinent! That’s what I’ve always lived, and what I teach by example!
VICE PRESIDENT:
(gesturing to small table and two chairs) Please, have a seat, Mr. Judah.
INTERVIEWEE:
(pauses before seating) I wanted to thank you for seeing me, Ms. Josephs. It’s rare that a gentleman is able to meet the VP of a major corporation for a job interview.
VICE PRESIDENT:
I hand-picked your application. You are a man with a very . . . interesting background. This is quite a resume and portfolio.
INTERVIEWEE:
Thank you. It took more than twenty years to put that package together.
VICE PRESIDENT:
(looking at him, strangely, intently) Twenty . . . years.
INTERVIEWEE:
(he pauses, wondering exactly what her point is, and then nods) Actually, more than twenty years.
VICE PRESIDENT:
(stands, and is markedly upset -- she turns her back to him) Fine. Let’s get to the interview. What I like to give my potential employees is a . . . moral dilemma, and I will weigh your judgment.
INTERVIEWEE:
(clapping hands together, delighted) Oh, great! I love moral dilemmas -- it’s kind of like Pictionary, or Scruples, or...
VICE PRESIDENT:
(interrupting, keeping her back to him) There is a woman working for you, in -- let’s say, oh, a delicate condition.
INTERVIEWEE:
(nodding sagely) Got it. Preggers. Go on, this is fun.
VICE PRESIDENT:
One of your middle managers takes a fancy to her, and pays her undesired attention. In fact, you know very well, he sexually harasses her. Then, while she is still unresponsive to him, he threatens her life.
INTERVIEWEE:
(still nodding, but he’s slowly looking at this moral dilemma in a new light) Oh. (pause) Wow. (pause) We’re talking about . . . serious stuff, now.
VICE PRESIDENT:
(gripping hands into tight fists) When she does not know how to respond to his threat, he escalates his stalking, and corners her in a supply closet. He slams her against the wall, squeezing her arms until she cries out, and then he repeats his threat.
INTERVIEWEE:
(shaking head, looking down, emotionally charged -- he is lost in thought, memory, because the moral dilemma is taking on a life of its own, and more than anything else, he cannot believe that anyone has finally discovered his own past, his own terrible past)
VICE PRESIDENT:
(trembling, eyes closed, vibrating with rage) Of course, this is not enough for this manager. He has this young, pregnant woman fired. But that still isn’t enough. He has her record so marred that she is unable to find work, and further sees to it that she cannot receive unemployment.
(long pause, she stands rigidly, eyes clenched shut, and he sits slumped, shaking his head mournfully, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry)
VICE PRESIDENT:
(still with eyes closed) Why don’t you tell me how you would handle this manager?
INTERVIEWEE:
(speaking from the heart) Ms. Josephs, I’ll speak frankly with you. That man should be punished. He should receive the most severe punishment. That man should be fired. No . . . that man should be put in jail.
VICE PRESIDENT:
(whispering) That man.
INTERVIEWEE:
(leaning forward in chair, dropping head into hands) I’ll tell you truly, Ms. Josephs. I know I can kiss this job good-bye, but, that man? That man . . . WAS ME . . . (pause) I was that man.
VICE PRESIDENT:
(opens eyes, turns slowly around, and removes glasses, stares at man, piercingly) Do you recognize me, Mr. Judah?
INTERVIEWEE:
(lifts head, slowly, and eyes pop out, he sits gaping for many moments, and finally blinks) It’s . . . you. It’s really you.
VICE PRESIDENT:
(nodding) I was that young woman. My daughter is now in college. And, as you see, I’m the vice president of Egypticon. (she produces a cell phone and holds it up for him to see) Did you mean what you said? About that man going to jail?
INTERVIEWEE:
(drops to his knees in front of her) Whatever you say, Ms. Josephs. Yes, I meant it. I deserve to go to jail. But I promise you, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for what I did. I’m so sorry for what I did to you.
VICE PRESIDENT:
(punches buttons on cell) I’m calling security, right now. You have about 30 seconds. If they catch you, they will detain you until the police arrive, and I don’t need to tell you that our entire conversation has been recorded. You will go to jail, for a long time, if I have my way.
INTERVIEWEE:
(shaking head) I won’t run. This has haunted me for 20 years. It was wrong, I admit it, and whatever you think is right, that’s what I want. I’m so sorry.
VICE PRESIDENT:
(closes cell phone) I believe you. And I forgive you, Mr. Judah. Please stand up.
INTERVIEWEE:
(stands, wiping at his eyes, he can only manage a whisper) Thank you.
VICE PRESIDENT:
I admire your honesty, Mr. Judah. And I think we can use your unique experience here at Egypticon.
INTERVIEWEE:
(looks up with disbelief) You’re not really going to hire me, are you? Really?
VICE PRESIDENT:
You’ve got the job.
INTERVIEWEE:
(laughing, goes to hug her)
VICE PRESIDENT:
(brings up hands, palms outward toward him, then switches to a hand for shaking)
I believe a handshake will do, Mr. Judah.
INTERVIEWEE:
(jerks guiltily and hastily shakes hand, grinning ear to ear) Of course, of course.
VICE PRESIDENT:
God can take even the worst situation, Mr. Judah, and turn it to His purpose.
INTERVIEWEE:
(sighing) I believe it, I really do believe it, Ms. Josephs. Thank God, really, thank God!
(exit)
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