“Shut the door,” I ordered as he entered. He did as I asked and stood before me with his head sunk into his chest. “Let’s talk about last nigh...,” I added.“Maa, I am sorry about…”“Let me do the talking right now,” I cut him mid-stream. He looked at his feet in shame and nodded. “How did you feel after that?”“Ashamed,” replied Vishal quietly.“Then why did you do it?” I asked sharply.“I don’t know, Maa. I came down to fetch water from the fridge. The door of your room was open. I looked inside to. I sat in the far back surrounded by strangers while often scanning the faces in the crowd to distract the dull introductions. As far as I knew, nobody I knew attended or was attending Harvard, so I was technically alone. After sitting for another extremely drawn out 30 minutes that felt like forever, we’d been dismissed. I was silently thanking god himself for answering my prayers before I stood up among the others and headed for the exit. Everything was a little chaotic, as everyone pushed and. I should have said something to you sooner. It's just that I wanted to go to this dance with you."I had already paid for the tickets, $24.00 for the two of them. I had gotten the money from my mother. She couldn't refuse to give me the money for a high school dance. Every dance the high school held, provided her with a fresh crop of new students. A lot of these new students were boys, who were looking for a couple of quick lessons, just enough so they wouldn't make total fools of themselves out. While the natural stress of a formal interview process was absent, Kayla handled it as well as anyone I’d interviewed. I tried to picture her in a sharp business suit sitting with our director of HR, who had an uncanny ability to peel away a potential employee’s veneer and get them to reveal their inner self. I came to the conclusion that she would appoint herself very well. My company did most of their best hiring through relationships which alumni developed at top schools. I was vaguely.