“David Monahan…?” said the lady who was caring the files. “David Monahan?!” she said again in a louder tone after some seconds of waiting an answer.
“Yes, sorry I’m here…” he answered as he woke up of his day dreaming.
“ Great, you’re next. Mr. Volkogonov will be receiving you in a couple minutes. Do you have everything ready?”
“Erm… The custom form, blue and yellow slips answered, ID…” he listed.
“… and passport-sized recent photographs.” She completed with an approval tone.
“Yes, yes. “ He searched into one of his pockets taking out a small bag containing 4 photographs, two of them black and white, and other two in color. They both stood there crossing few uncomfortable sights and occasional smiles until she looked at her clock. Two minutes had passed and she said,
“Follow me.” They crossed the hall and they stopped at a mahogany door. The women knocked and a loud deep voice with a foreign accent was heard. “Come in.” David was scared as the young women opened the door and let him in. We was crap at it, he always fucked up job interviews.