Mr. Peterson finally caught up with James in front of his apartment building, out of breath and sweating through his white dress shirt.
Mr. Peterson: "Excuse me, Mr. James, I'm sorry for the mixup of applications. I read yours and you are actually the best candidate out of all applicants."
James turned slowly, his expression carefully neutral. "Oh, really?"
Mr. Peterson: "Yes, Would you consider working for our company?"
A slight smile came across James face.
James: "Since you embarrassed me and downplayed my talent like I'm worthless..."
He paused, letting Mr. Peterson squirm.
James: "To answer your question: ONLY IF I CAN MAKE MY OWN HOURS?"
Mr. Peterson's relief crumbled into uncertainty.
Mr. Peterson: "Ahh, ahh, I'll have to check on that."
James: "Well, I guess you have to go check and get back with me... Mr. Peterson."
The way he emphasized the name made it clear who now held the power in this negotiation.
To be continued...