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By 5:00 PM, I’d gotten over three dozen emails from various managers talking about availability.

Eff my life.

The only good thing was that most of the managers were wary of me, and most had wanted to schedule their interviews for later in the week, probably so they could get the gossip on me. I’m sure most (if not all) of them considered me a threat. Like the advance scout for the Hatchet Man.

Anh helped me cram, just like the olden days in college when I was woefully unprepared for tests.

“Okay, what questions are you going to ask them?”

“What’s the top three problems they see in the business on a day-to-day basis… what they would change if they could…”

I put my forehead down on our IKEA kitchen table. I was way past the hand-flapping panic stage, and well into the ‘total collapse and defeated resignation’ phase.

“Oh God, this is going to be a disaster…”

Anh smacked my arm with a sheaf of papers. “Stop being defeatist. Come on, you can do this.”

“No I can’t…”

“Connor set this up f