Lia laughed. "If I know all your horrible secrets, Richard, you aren't nearly as interesting as I thought."
It felt like the first rounds in a volley, or maybe the first steps in a dance. It had been a while since she'd had a conversation where everything was deliberate and crafted. The exercise was as fun as she remembered -- but the movement back to their reason for being here was an appropriate one, and reasonable. Besides, it was plausible, with this level of charm, that he could get the position, and this kind of exchange with the boss, while certainly not a bad thing, had to be handled differently than the same with a neighbor.
Setting her bottle down, she said,
"I can tell you that we're looking to fill several positions, one of which is program manager. I'm not sure if your experience would fit to that, but I know where you can send your resume where it'd actually end up in front of someone who could do something with it, instead of being relegated to HR limbo."
She half-smiled.
"Assuming you're not, if you'll pardon the expression, a dick, of course -- since technically, if you got the job, you'd be my boss."