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Interviews were the worst. It was stupid that people even needed dumb jobs but she wasn't raking in the scholarships like she did as an undergrad. Back then all she had to say was that she was a hispanic orphan who was found behind a Lowes and people were throwing money at her to go to school. Well, once she flashed them the DNA mapping she had done to prove she was Puerto Rican. Best $300 she'd ever spent. Not only was her tuition covered, she had enough for dorms and a meal allowance. No one ever told her that the gravy train stopped running once she had her Bachelors. Now that she was in grad school she had to find another way to support herself. That meant a job which meant work. So naturally Lou was not thrilled about the prospect.

Thankfully, for whatever reason, one of her professors kinda liked her. She called in a favor and arranged for Lou to get an interview at the International Center of Photography in midtown. Lou didn't really know anything about photography. She also didn't have any work experience. All she had was a letter of recommendation and her personality. So she wasn't exactly hopeful.

"I see here that you've only just recently graduated." His tone wasn't particularly judgemental but all Lou heard was him questioning her intelligence.

"I'm not dumb or anything. I just changed my major a couple of times." She replied a little defensively.

"Couldn't decide what you wanted to do?" She shrugged in response. "Well, they say that college is for experimentation."

That was about the creepiest thing he could have said. "Ew."

Despite her obvious disgust, Mr. Harmon didn't even slow his stride. "You don't have to be shy about it. We all did it."

"Gross. I don't want to know this." Lou murmured as she stood up. Harmon got up at the same time putting them way too close for her comfort. It was like her hand moved before she even knew she was going to smack him. It was a solid hit and they both just stood there in shock. Lou thought for sure that he was going to get mad, maybe throw her out. Instead, color started rushing to his face and he started bending awkardly like he'd been hit in the stomach. She was just about to ask him if he was okay when she saw it.

"Oh my god, do you have a boner?"

"I..I'm sorry. I've never really been slapped before..." He stuttered as he tried to shuffle back behind his desk. Lou got out of there as quickly as possible.

Two hours later his secretary called to let her know that she got the job. Apparently, Harmon was afraid that she would press charges against him or something. By the time he figured out that Lou was way too lazy for that, it was too late. The W-2s had already been filed.

For the most part they don't see each other but whenever they do, Lou alternates between severe disinterest and lewd hand gestures. Just to keep him on his toes.
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