The System In My Head
Jumping over the dragon gate
People refer to New York City as the media capital of the world, and for good reason. It houses some of the largest newspapers on the planet, publishers, record companies, television studios, and selfie spots ...
It was the largest media market in North America that was not the online por*o industry...
However, because the media amorally blacklisted po*no.such as net politicians who did not take lobbyist money...New York is number one, "officially."
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On a clear morning, in the middle of this metallic metropolis, Ben stood quietly in the middle of a busy sidewalk. Various businessmen and pedestrians passed by him in both directions, but he froze in admiration, gazing upwards at the magnificent magical building. At this colossal presence, his eyes shone like a country boy entering the city for the first time. 'This is my future. It's breathtaking...'
It was a two-story Chipotle.
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His eyes refused to blink, as if afraid it would disappear ...
Sighing, he understood how little he saw about the world. 'I only saw them with one floor...'
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After a nice breakfast, Ben walked across the street to the building he would interview—Heart Tower—a feat of architecture and human intelligence.
The exterior is a blend of classic and modern; the first four floors are an early 20th-century design of yellow bricks, the, which extends upward into a much taller glass tower with an unusual triangular frame. It looked like a greenhouse of cards - the perfect summary for Kevin Spacey's career.
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Once again, Ben gazed upwards into the incredible magical building. 'This one is fine.'
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Walking inside, he observed the terraced ceiling, making the room feel like a cathedral. When he got to the escalator, he saw the escalator that was going up not working, and read the sign installed on his side: "Escalator does not work—while the stairs."
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Ben shook his head. 'Even during the holidays, the escalator is still forced to work.'
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Provides support by patting him on his black shoulder fence...Ben walked upstairs.
After passing through security, he approached the elevator, and made sure there was no similar sign that read, "Elevator does not work—while coffin."
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As he rides the crowded elevator to the designated floor, Ben's heartbeat quickens. This was an incredible opportunity that the talisman created for her, more than just making money to pay off her credit card. In other situations, it was almost impossible for a freshman like him to get a chance at such a prestigious company. But here he is.
Knowing that he had to show outstanding performance to be hired, he focused his mind. On the floor, Ben paced out of the elevator with a strong confident step. 'Walk bravely, never look back...'
Behind him, half a dozen people were horrified, wondering who was farting.
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Meanwhile, Ben walked into the distance... 'Don't look back. Let them eat each other...'
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After all, when the elevator door was closed, nothing escaped the dark destiny of their protein gas chamber.
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As a pile of smoke rose up behind him...Ben reached the reception desk. He spoke to the secretary, showed her arrival, and sat in the waiting room among many other suitors.
Looking around, he frowned. Everyone was wearing expensive-looking business clothes. Meanwhile, she looked down at her clothes: an unbranded white shirt, dark trousers, and shoes she had borrowed from her father.
Ben doesn't have time to shop and doesn't even have a tie. 'Am I dressed low?' More nervous now, he wiped his sweaty palms on his lap, and lowered his head.
After staring at his feet for a while, he found confidence. 'It's okay. Even if the clothes do not make the man, the hose can make the man ...'
In the dark, Ben finds faith in the phallus.
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"Benjamin Romero?" When the cold female voice announced her name, she looked up, and saw a beautiful woman at the door of the interview room.
She wore a sexy professional ensemble of dark women's suits and skirts with black stockings and heels. His shoulder-length brown hair, glasses, and indifferent expression also produced a unique aura. It's purple.
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As she stared at the interviewees for a response, she adjusted her glasses, giving the impression of a career-oriented, intelligent woman, who needed more fitting glasses.
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"Benjamin Romero?"
Hearing him call out his name again, Ben gasped from his trance, which in fact, was a staring contest with a prominent one ...
"It's me." He stands.
Looking at her from top to bottom, the woman narrowed her eyes slightly, as if disapproving of her appearance. "Come with me."
He took her to the interview room, where after handing out a copy of his resume, he sat at one end of a large white oval conference table, opposite three older men, he said, who immediately introduced themselves as the manager who conducted the interview. As for the cold lady, she took a seat at the end of the table, and fell silent.
The first manager was an old man with curly grey hair and square black framed glasses. He holds Ben's resume in his hand, reading it.
The second was a bald middle-aged man with brown hair at his temple. He smiles kindly and nods to Ben, introducing himself as Bob. Ben knew him as a friend of Professor Harisson who called to ask for a recommendation.
The third middle-aged man with short black hair split open and a stern face. When he glanced at the resume, and then at Ben, he showed a deep frown, and spoke objectionably without a care. "Isn't he too young? 18 Year old student? I had no idea we were recruiting useless applicants like this ... and what about this appearance? Short, average appearance, she will never fit in front of the camera. Why is he here? Isn't this a waste of time?" He looked at Ben with pure contempt ...
When Ben heard such open insults, his heart descended into the lobby. He was already nervous when he entered, and now, for the interviewer to mock him in the open ...
Ben would not clench his fists... 'Did I come here just to be humiliated?'
His chest was filled with disappointment, painful memories, and also increased blood pressure!
