Hall of Infinite Doors

You slide off the desk and stoop to her level. "Maybe I could help . . ."

Her resolve stiffens. "Help what? Be my next boyfriend?! Like sleeping with me is a side benefit?! I'd sleep my way to the top, but not with you."

You pause. It's fatal.

Grabs her bag, stands and turns to go. She turns back, snatches her resume from her hands and walks with determination from the room.

She sure does have a nice rear.