Ishara's gaze was fixed on the man before her. He was sitting there, on the opposite side of her office desk, with the relaxation and confidence of a resting tiger. He was approximately the size of one as well. To her, he felt mysterious but presentable, intimidating - but oddly safe to be around. He was also maintaining an eye contact without eyeing her body; something she couldn't, unfortunately, count on very often as an escort. Even when conducting job interviews like this one.
She knew how to handle both, however, and this man was no exception. Just find out what one wants and play off of that. And this resting tiger simply wanted to find a new job. There were very few needs more genuine than that, and she enjoyed working with genuine.
"Mister Kluwe...", she spoke after pretending to shuffle his papers a little bit - as if she wasn't already familiar with their contents. A polite smile bloomed on h