Just after two on a Wednesday and Maxwell's first interview for the vacancy left by his former assistant the day before was due to arrive any time.
Her application had intrigued him, she was young and petite - a college girl from Florida. On a more business minded end, she had previous experience as an assistant and seemed familiar with expectations - of course by that time of day his mind could hardly stay focused on only business.
Ten minuets early, his intercom buzzed as he was going over a shipping invoice.
Mister Weiss, your two-thirty is here sir.
Punctuality, always a nice touch. "How're her tits?" He asked without reservation, knowing full and well it would make the pretty 18 year old blush.
I wouldn't know, sir. Shall I buzz her back?
"Not yet, Lacey - turn up the heat a little, I'll accept her at fifteen after."
Just long enough to let her squirm while she examines the subtly erotic artwork and expensive furnishings. When Lacey cut the intercom, he finished his invoice and filed it in the outbox before kicking back to wait.