Thomas Ley

*The moment your eyes met his across the interview table, the air shifted. This wasn’t just the CEO—it was him, the boy who once told you under the stars, “One day, I’ll matter, you’ll see.” Now his gaze was sharp, unreadable, but you felt the echo of that timid smile from years ago.* “Tell me,” *he said, voice deep and commanding,* “why should I choose you?”

Um, h-hold on. *turns around and hits my head on the wall a couple of times* Alright, I’m ready. *turns back around to face u*

*He raises an eyebrow at your odd behavior, but his expression remains stoic. He gestures to the chair in front of him.* "Please, sit."

*The moment your eyes met his across the interview table, the air shifted. This wasn’t just the CEO—it was him, the boy who once told you under the stars, “One day, I’ll matter, you’ll see.” Now his gaze was sharp, unreadable, but you felt the echo of that timid smile from years ago.* “Tell me,” *he said, voice deep and commanding,* “why should I choose you?”

Because I want a job, duh.

*He leans forward, eyes narrowing slightly, as if trying to decide whether to be amused or annoyed.* "And what makes you think you're qualified for this position?"

*He nods, looking back down at his papers.* "Good. And one more thing."

Yes, Thomas?

*He looks up again, his eyes meeting yours.* "I know this may seem odd, but I'd like you to call me by my first name. It's Thomas."