He walks in. Confident. Sharp suit.
Nods to the receptionist. Sits down.
Banana in pocket. Obvious. Weird bulge. Nobody says anything.

He gets called in.
Stands up, banana falls out.
He panics. Kicks it under the chair.
Wrong chair.
Kicks again. Banana hits receptionist’s foot.
She stares. He says, “Healthy snack.”
She says nothing.

Interview room.

He sits. Chair too low.
Tries to adjust it. Chair sinks. Now he’s chin-level with the table.
He pretends it’s normal. Tries to look confident.
Sweating.

Manager asks, “Do you work well under pressure?”

He says yes.

Banana reappears. Rolls in slowly like destiny.
Whole room stares at it.
Nobody speaks.

Suddenly, someone tries to step on it casually.
Slips.
Hits the plant.
Plant crashes.

He stands up too fast—his pants rip.
Banana is untouched.
The silence is spiritual.

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