"That will not be necessary. Come in." The door buzzed and I pushed it. It swung open easily. I stepped inside.

The entry-way was large and bright, with marble floors and mirrored walls. Skylights and indoor plants contributed to the illusion of space. I closed the door behind me and waited.

Minutes passed and nothing happened. Tentatively, I stepped further into the house, toward the massive curved staircase at the end of the hall. "Hello?" I called out.

There was no response.

"Hello," I called again, walking further into the house.

"Is this how you follow instructions?" The voice came from behind me. I turned with a start. He had come from one of the doors that opened off the entry-way.

He was a good looking man, not quite middle-aged with slightly graying dark hair and pale blue eyes.

"Oh!" I was so startled I nearly dropped my purse. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you wanted me to wait."

"Had I wanted you to do anything I would have told you so." He clasped His hands behind His back and walked slowly toward me, looking me up and down appraisingly.

I felt myself starting to blush. "Please, I didn't understand."

"Do not apologize, Miss, just try to relax." He walked slowly around me, examining me like a side of meat.

I looked down at the floor. I could tell that He was the kind of man that likes to be in charge. He was using this technique to intimidate me, to establish His dominance over me. I realized all this about Him in just the few moments I had been in His presence. I realized all this and I liked it.

I know this is not the way most modern, liberated women think or feel, but sometimes, most times, in fact, I don't feel liberated. I like to feel that someone else can tell me what's best for me, can look out for my best interests.

So, I acted more unsure of myself than I really felt in order that He would feel superior to me and maybe want to hire me.