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“And what would you say is your greatest weakness?”
“Well, I suppose it would be... wanting more?”
Neil leaned back in his chair. His cheap polyester tie felt tight around his neck. It was a dark red with a subtle curving pattern. Earlier in the morning, he had been torn between it and a nondescript black tie, simple yet professional. Neil had spent hours the night before going back and forth with each tie, lining them up with a modest black suit. He had bought the suit for a wedding and had since kept it isolated in the back of his closet, waiting for the next special occasion. It had been years, but it finally got its use when Neil received the email confirming the job interview.
“Could you elaborate please?” The middle-aged woman replied.
The woman, whose name Neil had al
