“But, sir, I’m not a writer.” “Goodness knows the last thing I want is a writer. Damn them all. A secretary is what I need. I know you are an extraordinary stenographer and typist. I shall speak; you will take dictation. And from your essay here I can see you have a way with words.” He looked at the page again. “ ‘Carve our present out of the shapeless block of the future.’ You also have a penchant for storytelling that may come in handy.”
lol. Arrogant asshole.
