The Interview

The kid looked twelve. He sat behind a glass desk, tapping a stylus.

—We’re looking for "disruptors," John. People who live the brand.

John looked at his hands. Scuffed knuckles. Real work.

—I just want the shifts, mate.

—It’s about "synergy." We’re a family here. If you’re not "all-in," the ecosystem fails.

John pictured the warehouse. The cold. The crates. The "ecosystem" was a draughty shed in Coventry.

—Is there a tea break? 

The kid blinked, confused by the word. 

—We provide "hydration stations."

John stood up.

—I’m a disruptor, yeah? 

—Exactly!

—Good. I’m disrupting this interview. 

He walked out.