Phoebe waited until it was time for her "post interview" and knocked on Jason's door. She tried blocking out everything that the women she had previously met said to her.
"Miss Haliwell! You can have a seat right here."
Shutting the door, she sat down, facing his desk. He seemed like a nice man to Phoebe. He was smiling more today, and she noticed his wrinkles around his eyes and mouth.
He had silver highlights in his brown hair, which he brushed his thick fingers through many times.
"So, this will be much less formal than the first interview. I'm just going to review some things. We covered the majority of everything during your first interview so this will be quick."
Phoebe nodded. "Okay."
"So obviously I saw that you were a very good writer." He began. "Very talented."
Phoebe smiled shyly. "Thank you."
"Have you gotten situated? How do you like the environment?"
Phoebe couldn't really say her room was too small and her coworkers seemed like bitchy housewives, so she just said, "I like it. It's everything i imagined and more."
He asked her about what she thought of the work load and how she though she'd get along with everyone. To which she replied, "I'm kind of an introvert anyways."
"I noticed you're pretty quiet." He said.
"How old are you again?"
"24."
"Right. Fresh out of grad school from NYU, right? Very impressive."
Phoebe nodded, smoothing out her dress.
"I hope everyone's age doesn't intimidate you. You should feel good about being so young and having such a professional job."
"No, no, it's not intimidating." Phoebe insisted.
There was an awkward pause.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Jason asked nonchalantly.
"Excuse me?" Phoebe said timidly.
"I just wanted to know just how introverted you are. Your social life."
That made somewhat more sense to Phoebe. "I do."
"How old is he and what does he do?" Jason began scribbling notes.
"He's 32. He's a district attorney."
Jason raised his eyebrows. "Wow. Impressive." he paused again. "So you like older men."
"Uh..I.." Phoebe shrugged.
"Can I ask a personal question?"
Phoebe wasn't sure how much more personal he could get, so she shrugged. "I guess."
"How often do you two have sex?"
Phoebe felt her whole face blush. She swallowed and shifted in her chair uncomfortably.
Jason chuckled. "Don't be so taken aback. Plenty of bosses will ask you this. It's because we want to know if your boyfriend will ever be taking away time you should be dedicating to work. And it's a health issue. We need to make sure you're a healthy young woman."
He was somehow making these questions sound okay to ask.
"Not very often," Phoebe practically whispered.
"When was the last time?"
Phoebe hesitated.
"Are you a virgin Miss Halliwell?"
Phoebe slowly nodded.
He chuckled again, deeper this time. "Wow, I never would have guessed. But you two do other things right? Sexual things?"
"I'm not comfortable answering these questions."
"Phoebe, don't you want to keep this job? I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. These are standard questions I ask all of my new employees."
Phoebe couldn't get up and walk out, not with how excited Cole was about her new job.
"I'd like to keep this job, yes." Phoebe said.
"Good girl." Jason crossed his legs. "So what types of things do you do with him?"
Phoebe was trying not to frown too much. She looked at the ground, embarrassed.
"Have you tried oral sex?"
Phoebe took a deep breath. "Once."
"Did you like it?"
Phoebe just shrugged.
"I'm just having a hard time believing your boyfriend can keep his hands off of you."
Phoebe didn't say anything.
"You are unbelievably sexy."
Phoebe started playing with her fingers, trying to block out what he was saying to her.
"I'm gonna let you go now"
Phoebe felt relieved.
"But first," Jason stopped Phoebe after she got up. "I like having a close relationship with everyone here at the Bay Mirror. Can I get a hug to welcome you?"
Phoebe reluctantly took a tiny step towards him. He came towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He squeezed her tight, and buried his head next to her neck, smelling her hair.
She quickly pulled away, looking at the wrinkle he created in her blazer. She had never been this uncomfortable before. "Please don't do that again." She said, walking out of his office.