February Book of the Month: Triple Burn
Ursula wiped her sweaty palms down the front of her skirt as she walked into the hiring manager’s office for a third round of interviewing. She hoped that having made such progress would result in a job offer. She also hoped her palms hadn’t left smears of dampness on the fabric.
“Now, Ms. Cartwright, we’ll need a blood sample,” Mr. Argosie said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the cluttered surface of his desk.
“A blood sample?” she echoed, questioning the odd request.
“Yes. We need to verify the absence of any illegal substances.”
“Surely, a urine test is sufficient?”
His pudgy fingers steepled under his clean shaven double chin. “Not at this level, Ms. Cartwright. We deal with highly sen-sitive material and a clear and lucid mind is necessary. Besides, a blood test will catch anything remaining in your system for a longer period of time than a urine test.”
Although reluctant, Ursula agreed because she could not refute his assertion with any confidence. With a small smile, Mr. Argosie called in a phlebotomist who entered and drew a vial of blood with brusque efficiency.
“We test for more than the usual half dozen illegal substances, Ms. Cartwright.”