The hallway to Maxine Electra's office seemed to stretch ominously like the infamous never-ending hallway in Super Hario 24. Mina knew it was her nerves, because who knew what she'd find in her enemy's office?

And of equal importance, who knew how well she'd do in an interview with this demon.

She wasn't exactly the queen of interviews, and even got rejected on an interview for the Burger Princess when she was 16. The manager of the fast food emporium feared that her constant lisping from her retainer would lead to spittle in the food.

Now her mouth was less lipsy, but equally slippery. She just thanked the great Dog above, that she wasn't interested in mega-power top moms. Else she'd have a different drooling problem.

When Maxine stomped her way to the door (her yellow heels were as loud as thunderclaps and even resembled them), there was a rectangular monitor embedded in the door.

"Password please," the computer generated voice of an AI spoke.

Electra raised a martini glass that she had somehow stashed in her pocket.

"Password," she said in a husky voice, as voluptuous as a curvy body.

Mina's eyes widened. "Your password is password? And you said it in front of everyone?"

"Including me..." She muttered on the edge of her breath.

"Of course, dahling!" Electra boasted. "Everyone knows the password. But no one is as foxy, and no one can say it in my sensuous, deep voice. Blame genetics, honey. I won the gene lottery and everyone else got a dollar scratch off."

Mina rolled her eyes. "Or you have a billion dollar plastic surgeon in Miami," is something she would have said if she wanted to lose her career opportunity.

Electra held the door open, walked inside and closed the door on Mina's face. "After me!"

Momentarily dazed, Mina's big head managed to keep the door open enough to fit inside.

Muttering beneath her breath as she entered Electra's inner sanctum.

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Not surprisingly, there was a five Jacuzzis, a three waterbed, a massage machine and an entire gym of state of the art fitness equipment. A hunky twink butler approached them. He sported nothing but a yellow bowtie and a lightning patterned speedo. His glistening abs shined brighter than the overhead lightning.

"May I take your overcoat ma'am," he said as smooth as butter lathered on ice.

"Can you take my..." Mina said, her eyes fixated on the cheese-grater sharp abs. "You can take me. I mean, my jacket. Please do. I'm all yours. I mean, it's all yours..."

She started to grin stupidly and fan herself. Her eyes not blinking in sync.

But the butler merely shrugged. "I meant my mistress. Not you. You won't even last this interview."

Electra chuckled. "Now now, Allen. I give everyone a fair chance...to fail. Now come with me, girl. Let us sit down at my desk."

Mina slapped her own face.

She was feeling like an idiot for fawning over someone other than Blind. And especially someone so instantly judgemental too.

She strolled over to Electra's desk. It was oddly clean for someone who was such business maven. But perhaps that's what Allen did when he wasn't doing crunches and being a jerk.

There was a tablet, however. A thunderbolt yellow one. An E-Tablet no doubt. Mina managed to catch a glimpse of what was on the screen before Electra took her big hand and slid it away.

Some kind of schematic. It looked like a design for a really weird gun. Majorly sussy, she thought.

Was Electra some kind of weapons manufacturer? Did she supply guns to third world countries to overturn their governments? A lot of the world's evils came from overly rich people with too much time on their hands. And Electra had big hands. Very big ones that would love a conflict that she could hold in hers.

"Well then," Electra said, giving Mina her full attention. "Name?"

"Er...Andy Zapps!" Mina said, making a finger gun and pretending to go zap with it.

"Qualifications?" Electra asked, raising her creaseless brow?

"I uh...went to college?" Mina muttered. "For business."

Electra was silent. "Why do you think this would be a good fit for you?"

Mina took a deep breath. She wanted to say, "so I can end your tyranny once and for all, you monster!"

But instead, she crossed her arms. She prepared her nasal passages for a massive round of brown nosing. "Everyone needs experience in this economy. Even if I'd be working for peanuts, I think I could learn a lot being an assistant to the most powerful woman in the world. Perhaps one day, I will even follow in your own massive footprints and be my own powertop business mogul and other feministic capitalistic statements!"

Mina was so proud she managed to squeeze those words out of her mouth without a brain fart. If she got out of this successful and alive, she'd demand Ashley, Vicki and most importantly, her BF pat her on the back.

Maxine crossed her arms and raised a piss-white eyebrow. "I'll put you on a list. That's Saul."

Mina was dumbfounded. Somehow her doorman Saul had appeared at her side.

"This way, Miss," Saul said, ready to escort her out. "We're leaving now."

Mina was so confused her head and eyes felt like spinning.

That was the world's shortest interview.

Not only was that Saul. It was 'that's all' too.