Re: Jack/MJ: Interview
"Jack," she repeated, as if testing the word in her mouth. MJ had worked in plenty of other places, but she always defaulted to the proper names until they said otherwise. Mama did teach her a couple of things before letting her run around like a bat outta hell. She shrugged, arms spreading and a smile blooming up her lips. "Yep, that's me. MJ. I go by MJ." She wanted to make it even, after all, and Ms. Jackson was her mom. Blah.
MJ took Jack's lead and stepped out of the smaller office to the main room, following him towards the large table in the center. She sat across from wherever he sat, familiar with the usual beats of an interview, though maybe slightly unsure of how he wanted to conduct this. She placed the folder in front of herself and opened it with little flair. Cover letter, resume, and sample writing piece placed in front of Jack, she smiled at him, a slight tilt to her head.