I iron the front of my shirt; cut the back so the buttons meet.
I re-arrange the room, turn the computer towards the corner, squeeze myself onto the chair. I’m a picture of professionalism. Ordered, calm and prepared.
I look beyond the interviewer into my room; he smiles. I take a deep breath and begin to speak.
The screen reveals what I’ve overlooked. The mirror behind me, perfectly reflecting my ingenuity, and all I’ve worked to hide. I persevere, the job is mine.