The Runners Of Grand Court House

He hummed. “Fascinating. And would you say you are a good runner…?” He peered at my resume for my name, clearing his throat. “Addie.”
I nodded. According to every article I had read on job interviews, I had to retain a jaw-aching grin. Apparently, I couldn’t slump in my seat or wrinkle my nose. All of those were turn-offs. This guy was already kind of a creep, drinking me in from head to toe, and not just that.
It was almost like he was looking directly into my brain, invading my thoughts. His eyes were a funny blue color, piercing and cutting like a blade. A dull pain thrummed across the back of my skull and my words tangled on my tongue. I don’t know what it was about this guy. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think properly.
Like he had cracked open my skull with a simple stare.

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