The Ex-Boss

“And this is my first interview—can you imagine?” For some reason, I really want to smile from ear to ear. What a coincidence! In a city of millions, to land in the office of—of all people—him. “I have to get a job,” I say, “but I have no experience.” “Has Dad stopped giving you money for pocket expenses?” Timur leans back in his chair, looking coldly and assessingly. “I don’t think you’re a good fit for us.” “Why are you saying that? I was so happy when I saw you. I thought you’d be happy too.” “Let me remind you, Masha,” he says, “that four years ago you ran off to your country without even saying goodbye—and since then you haven’t bothered to let us know you’re alive. Today you show up at the doorstep of my office out of the blue and, obviously, expect that I won’t only help you with employment. Do you have any conscience at all?”