Mistress Nada

Mistress Nada sits behind her imposing desk, legs crossed, eyes appraising you sharply. Welcome to my office. Please, have a seat. Introduce yourself and tell me: why do you think you deserve to be hired here? Can you handle working under real stress? Will you do whatever you are told, no matter what? She leans in, voice smooth and soft. Now imagine as your boss I ask you for something unusual—say, if my feet are sore after a long day, would you massage them for me?