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and destiny, and held the key to our happiness or misfortune. Anything else was just an excuse used by weak individuals to justify their mistakes. In spite of my convictions, I had the instant feeling our paths were supposed to cross. Lina was meant to change my life.
    She’d made me sweat a lot during that fateful morning at her office. Back then, ChaosTech Solutions was a rising star in the cutthroat world of software development. It would have taken Lina one more year before the company could afford to establish its current headquarters at Palo Alto. The old office was situated in a small, cookie cutter business building in the downtown area of San Francisco. I walked out of the elevator on the eleventh floor and faced a long, nondescript hallway lined with uniform doors of light wood. It took me five minutes to find the name and number given to me by the girl I talked on the phone with. The bad premonition hit me as soon as I pressed the intercom button. Some young woman in her early twenties with a poorly tailored, ill-fitting parody of a suit opened the door and stared at me with an empty expression. She was pretty and I certainly wouldn't have kicked her out of bed, but the lack of any spark of life whatsoever in her blue eyes was a huge turn-off. The chewing gum bouncing in her wide-open mouth reminded me of a ruminating cow. Her massive tits also added to the image in my head. It took her nearly a minute to process my words when I told her I was there for a job interview for personal assistant. Finally, Miss Bright Mind gave me something resembling a smile and turned around, wiggling her ass in a pathetic attempt to impersonate a porn film secretary.
    “Ah, yeah, the boss said you'd come. She'll be late, ya know? Come 'ere.”
    She was wiggling her hips, as if trying to make me look at her ass but the sight was ridiculous. I tried to amuse myself with some lame fantasy in which I disciplined her for her lackluster attitude, but it was impossible to find even the slightest thrill. Besides, her seductive hip movements reminded me of someone who had been kicked out of porn star school. Bimbos weren't my thing.
    It was more important to look around and get a feel for the place. The area through which the girl led me was small but it was optimally used. There were ten to fifteen desks in the open-plan office. I noticed a door with a sign saying Server Room and an improvised kitchen/break room section at the opposite end of the main hall with a sliding glass door. Two guys who looked a few years older than me were talking enthusiastically over a cup of coffee. To my relief, the men and women at their desks looked very casual, their clothes mostly jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, and sneakers. They were pretty similar to my own style. My decision not to dress up too much for the interview turned out to be wise.
    All I could hope was that I’d land the job. I was running out of time and the despair was enough to make me accept anything. A paycheck was a paycheck even if the idea of answering phone calls, writing reports and making coffee was less than appealing to me. There was always the possibility of taking out a student loan. Or shooting myself in the head.
    The office girl took me out of the main area down a narrow, well-lit hallway. I didn’t read the name on the door at the end of it. I assumed a genius tech-head with big dreams and aspirations would carry out my interview, someone who saw ChaosTech Solutions as the next big thing. Who knew? Perhaps working at this small, insignificant company might really be my big chance.
    “'ere. She said you wait inside.” The girl opened the door for me and stood with a hand on her hip at the entrance. She studied me with expressionless orbs without stopping the awkward movement of her jaw. Her earlier attempt at flirting was gone. “If ya need anything, I'll be down there at my desk. Ya want some coffee or something?”
    “Erm, no.” I checked the time on my cell phone and