I had a job interview in downtown today. I wore my pink skirt and matching pink top which was super cute but still very professional, and I paired it with some classic black stilettos. I knew that the position was for an executive assistant to the CEO of a jets manufacturing company. The salary they offered was very attractive. So I arrived to a 26th-floor corner office where the secretary introduced me to the CEO, a good looking man in his mid-30s. We had a pleasant conversation so I was pretty confident about getting the job. Right before I was about to leave though he had a pretty weird request. He wanted to see my feet. He said he can tell a lot about a woman by looking at her feet; how well kept they are, is the pedicure fresh, etc. Maybe because I wanted the job, it kind of made sense to me, so I removed my black heels.

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