It was exhausting to converse with a suave old man like Willow. Every word he spoke seemed to be laced with some sort of secret motive or meaning. He began by making small chat to pull us closer together. Then he casually mentioned my association with the Taylor Group.
One slip and I would fall into his trap. Dealing with folks like this was something I needed to learn and perfect quickly. After all, I was going to join the corporate world very soon.
I humored Willow, putting in my two cents every once in a while. The conversation flowed smoothly, and a warm atmosphere settled over the office. As for Willow’s invitation to the welcoming party, I was not interested in speaking to the freshmen, so I refused.
Since he had so cordially invited me however, I still promised to return to the
