Ford
I was on my way to the conference room where we were holding the interviews for the last four of the twelve we were interviewing this week. We were making our decisions after this interview. I reviewed the four files. Three of them I was okay with, but one I didn’t think would be a good fit for us. He had a temper, he had three assault charges that were dropped, and I wanted to know why, but they were all bar fights. But when Ava called, my focus went straight to my girl. I texted the guys, told them something had come up with Isha, and I was taking care of it. I told them the three I liked, but I wanted answers to the assault charges for the fourth before we made a decision about him.
Mic: What happened? We should all be there.
We can’t all be there, we have to get these in
