Re: Jack/MJ: Interview
Jack's name was common. It was a contraction, not of Jackson but of something else. He understood contractions, not necessarily initials, but it was a choice and Jack respected people's right to make them. "Hardly something for a byline," he said, thoughtfully. 'MJ'. It was a sign-off on a blog post, but Jack had written countless now, and he preferred them anonymous.
He sat now, the sheaf of her folder's contents in front of him and he skim read. He ignored the letter and the resume, neither were remotely important. He didn't care, some professor or other would have conducted a class in what to write and how to write it, it offered no gleaning on what her creativity was like, her ability to carry a phrase. It was a production number, and Jack dropped it to one side as neatly as if he'd thrown it in the bin.
"Passable," he said, of the sample writing, which it was. It wasn't Pulitzer winning stuff, but she was a student, not a hardened reporter and he looked at her shrewdly. The smile and head tilt did nothing; she was very young.
"But I'm looking for someone prepared to muck in. Adverts, primarily, at least to begin with. How's your cold-calling?"