She had arrived for the interview shivering from head to tail.
An unseasonably cold snap had hit Fairmount City overnight, and the office building’s overachieving air conditioning system had turned the executive floor into a refrigerated meat locker.
For most applicants, it was uncomfortable.
For a cold-blooded lamia, it was catastrophic.
Trying to hide her stiffened nipples, the nervous serpent-girl asked if she might conduct the interview coiled around the minotaur CEO for warmth.
The massive bull-man agreed immediately.
The lamia herself remained perfectly professional throughout the interview.
Excellent eye contact.Thoughtful answers.Impressive résumé.
Unfortunately, the lower half of her anatomy seemed determined to independently pursue a very different position.
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