Waves crashing on the beach, the dazzling sunlight making the sand sparkle like millions of tiny diamonds. The scene of the majestic deep blue ocean ending far from what the eye could see. This was one of the perks of having an office right next to the beach. Well Walter Goodman didn’t see it that way, he thought it was the biggest tease in his life. As the clock struck quarter to three he could already smell the seaweed and feel the gritty sand and cool water in between his toes. Following a long day of interviewing applicants for a junior associate position at White-Goodman Law Firm, it was time to leave and head to the beach. He packs his briefcase and races out of his office into the foyer where his other senior partner Jacquie White, stops him from entering the elevator.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” in a demanding tone.
“Love, works finished for the day, and the beach, she’s calling me, can’t you hear her Jacquie?”
“Sorry, Love” she replies sarcastically,
“Just because your name is on the door doesn’t mean you can leave early, you still have one more applicant to interview and my secretary just told me that he is in the elevator already, you don’t have the balls to argue with the person whose name is in front of you, do you?” She pulls a cheeky grin, knowing that he hates when she brings that up
“But Jacquie I have already seen this guys application and done a background check. He comes from a mediocre university and he clearly doesn’t understand privacy settings on Facebook, plus I have already decided who I’m going to pick.” Walter replies pleading to be let free.
“You never know, you might discover something.” The elevator opens, Jacquie enters and the applicant walks out. As the steal doors close, so do does Walter’s chance of an afternoon surf.

The applicant stands there just waiting. Fresh out of university the applicant was almost unnoticeable compared to his crude Facebook pictures. He presented himself well; he carried an aura of positivity.
“Good afternoon do you know where I can find Mr Goodman’s office?” He asks in a confidently fruity voice.
“I’m Mr Goodman”, replies Walter in a stentorian tone. Walter always spoke this way to make this make the applicants uncomfortable, before an interview. You can separate a good lawyer from a great lawyer, by putting them in an uncomfortable situation.
“You must be Mike, follow me, and we can begin the interview.” Walter walks to his chair, but first looks out at his window and daydreams. The beach was empty, all alone, only made Walter angry. The suns vigorous rays reflecting off the glass into the room, made it feel like a sauna.
“Sorry Mr Goodman, but do you mind turning on the air con?” asks Mike. Walter snaps out off his daydream, and proceeds to sit down, turning on the air conditioner on the way.
“Right, lets begin. I must inform you that in this law firm, we are only obliged to ask two questions for our interview. Do you have a problem with that?” Walter asks in an authoritative tone.
“Not all sir, my father told me the best interviews always take less than five or so minutes,” replies Mike. Walter smirked, it was the only time today that someone didn’t hesitate or start stuttering. Even the person Walter was sure he would hire. Maybe Mike had a chance. Walter asked his first question,
“So why do you want to become a lawyer?”
“That’s a broad question don’t you think sir?” Walter gives him a stern look. This young confidence is getting him annoyed.
“Just answer the question.”
“Well…”As mike speaks, Walter starts to remember Gunther, the applicant who he will soon call up and give the job.
“When my parents were killed a car accident, the person who hit them was went through a red light. I was ten at the time and only my granny would take me.” As a Mike speaks a tear rolls down his eye, Walter hands him a tissue in