Hall of Infinite Doors

You pull back your hand, un-doing a button with your middle finger as you go. You hand her back her folder and take a seat on the desk.

"How old are you, anyway?" The question did not come out right.

Before you can clarify, she stands and slaps you. "Old enough to make my own decisions." She buttons up her coat, grabs her bag and storms off.

You never make CEO.