I'm sitting staring out the window in the TRW conference room. It's been a tedious and long morning and the afternoon is going to be much of the same.

My assistant brings me in a cup of coffee. I don't acknowledge it. I don't say thank you. I shudder to think what my mother or Aurora would say about my manners.

I just can't believe how much of a waste of time this morning has proven to be. I might as well have stayed home; the interviews were completely pointless.

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