been very difficult to leave your world."
He had no idea. "I've been very fortunate to arrive here."
"Do you like it here?" he asked with genuine interest.
"It's very beautiful," she said. "Very bright." Too bright. Too vivid. Too many smiles. Men that were... that were...
"We try to live life to its fullest," he said.
He didn't intend anything sexual by it, but inside her shields, his words triggered an image of him naked. It flashed before her, stunning in its shamelessness. She wanted to touch him.
I'm losing my mind.
"I suppose we have to begin the interview now," he said, almost apologetic. "It's important that you answer with complete honesty. Lienne and I are monitoring your thoughts. We will be able to detect a lie."
His mind touched hers, very gently. She held absolutely still, terrified that any of her runaway emotions would break out of her shields.
"Don't be nervous," he told her. "It will be fine, I promise."
She concentrated on the table in front of her, crushing her sexual impulses and painting calm over her emotions.
"What did you do on your home world?" he asked.
"I was a secretary at a munitions factory," she lied. "We manufactured parts for the long range coastal guns." It was her cover. When asked what she did outside of the Psych Corps, she was supposed to respond with this line.
"What made you decide to apply to become a retainer of the Escana family?" he asked.
"It was recommended to me by the Immigration Service," she said, relieved to be honest. "As a condition of my deportation, I'm required to follow the employment recommendation." Even when it's cosmic irony.
"Your anxiety level is rising," Venturo said. "Why?"
Claire swallowed. Complete honesty. "I'm afraid."
"What scares you?" he asked.
"I'm afraid I will be deported if I fail the interview." It was the truth.
"As a refugee, you have five chances to obtain employment before you will face the possibility of deportation," Lienne said, her voice crisp.
"It's not a completely rational fear," Claire said.
"Why did the Immigration Service recommend Guardian, Inc. as a prospective employer?" Venturo asked.
"I was tested and it was determined that I have no psychic ability whatsoever. The Immigration officer said that your company prefers to employ non-psychics for its support staff to lessen the telepathic interference. He said that I would make an excellent drone."
A shadow darkened Venturo's eyes. His mind shifted subtly, and she glimpsed the hint of steel will that drove it. All of his pleasant demeanor aside, Venturo Escana would make a terrifying enemy.
"That's not a word we favor," he said.
"My apologies."
"Not your fault." Venturo held out his hand and Lienne put a tablet into his fingers. "What was it you say you did?"
He remembered perfectly well what she told him. She aligned her thoughts. "I was an administrative assistant. I answered phones..." She recalled answering a phone at a desk and projected it onto the surface of her mind.
"...I took messages..."
A memory of writing things down.
"...I prepared reports..."
A memory of sitting before a screen filling out a long form.
She had served as a secretary a week out of the year specifically to be able to recall these memories if questioned.
"You are an admin," Venturo said. "Your boss is out of touch. A customer calls. He is angry. There was a mistake in his bill. Your move."
"Ask the customer to tell me in detail about the problem, taking notes along the way. Assure the customer that I will do everything in my power to resolve the issue and promise to let him know as soon as the solution is found. Follow the company protocol to initiate an inquiry into the case."
"Why not just transfer him to Billing?" Venturo asked. "It's their mistake."
"Or wait for the return of your employer," Lienne said.
"An irate customer wants someone to listen to him," Claire said. "If his grievances are heard, the conflict is eliminated. Once I transfer him to Billing, I lose control of the situation. I have no way of knowing how Billing will treat him. And while I will inform my employer of the situation, if the situation can be resolved without his direct involvement, why not resolve it?"
Venturo and Lienne shared a look.
"Your employer's wife enters your office, demanding to see him. She is visibly angry," Lienne said. "Your employer is in a meeting."
"Request security assistance via silent alarm. Ascertain that no life-threatening emergency is in progress and attempt to diffuse the situation. If the spouse proves uncooperative, let security escort her out."
"But she is your employer's wife," Lienne said.
"My