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ng 20 employees and was responsible for daily
receipts of more than $6,000," Sae Mizuki said, staring right at me
and sounding like a tape deck. It almost made me nervous. I
lit another weed and Sae Mizuki edged against the back of Sae's
chair, tape still rolling:
"My responsibilities also included inventory, planning
and payroll, and -- put that out!"
It wasn't a request. I caught myself reaching for the
ashtray before anger intervened. "I'm sorry, Miss, but I
smoke. Lots of people smoke. And I've got to tell you, I'm
not used to quite that peremptory a tone from someone who
wants a job."
"I'm allergic, but if you want to continue to kill
yourself, I'll go outside and wait."
"Wait for what? The sound of the body hitting the
floor?"
Sae Mizuki allowed me a sarcastic smile and stuck to Sae's guns.
"For my job inter
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