It was his first big job interview, and Tyfon was determined to make a wonderful first impression. He was dressed in an incredibly expensive gray suit, for although he had no taste in clothes he was smart enough to know that the more expensive it was the better. Tyfon sat nervously in the reception lounge. He had left his name and purpose with a secretary, who had instructed him to wait in a chair. That had been 14 years ago.