Jasmine's Interview

Mok huffed, glancing at the clock. The guards needed to hurry. They were almost late with the next candidate. Didn't they understand time was valuable here? He still had a ton of files left on his desk, which he eyed with distaste. His earlier excitement at such an interesting crop had been chipped away to nothing by his frustration with the more uncooperative convicts. He snapped to attention when the door opened at last and said, "Welcome, my dear. Please, have a seat."