Timeline: Takes place between episodes 11 and 12.
[Jennifer sits at the head of a table in a Markridge board room, possibly the same one from webisode #4. She scribbles on a notepad while muttering to herself.]
Jennifer: Glasses. Glasses for the lady suit. There's a nice lady suit. I built this from the ground up. Let's have a board meeting about that. Have my assistant call your assistant call his assistant. Interesting, very interesting. Whoa, firm handshake. I'll use my booming voice. You can have confidence...
[The camera zooms out along the table to show that Jennifer is not alone.]
[The Interviewee clears her throat. Jennifer looks up startled.]
Jennifer: Ah! Jesus Christ! How long have you been there?
Interviewee: Half hour. You told me you needed a minute. I think you said you were practicing your signature?
[Jennifer glances down at the notepad in front of her, filled with versions of her signature.]
Jennifer: Right. That was you?
[The woman gives a nod and a half smile.]
[Jennifer gets up from the table and tosses her hair, then heads for the decanter on the table behind her chair.]
Jennifer: Behind this magnificent head of hair is a brain being pickled by lithium. Alright... Job interview. Looking for an assistant.
[Jennifer pours herself a drink, turns back to the Interviewee, takes a swallow, then immediately spits it out. She sits back down in her chair while continuing to talk.]
Jennifer: Gotta be smart. Go getter. Good to go?
[Jennifer slaps the table, then interlaces her fingers and leans forward on the table.]
Jennifer: First question... ready, Freddie?
[The woman responds with a nod and half smile.]
Interviewee: Mmm hmm.
Jennifer: Are you real?
[Jennifer scribbles something on her notepad, then turns the page.]
Jennifer: Moving on. Hmm... interesting. Says here that you have experience doing things.
[The woman nods her head.]
Jennifer: HR likes that. Me? I have none. An HR nightmare. Can you keep a calendar?
Interviewee: Absolutely! I'll make certain you're on time and in order...
Jennifer: Doesn't really matter, because I only need one for the next few years anyway. So...
[Jennifer gets up from the table, walks a few steps, then turns back.]
Interviewee: Okay... Why's that?
Jennifer: We could all be dead! Shake the 8 Ball, future's unclear.
[Jennifer steps forward and rests her hands on the table, leaning towards the other woman.]
Jennifer: Can I ask you something? [nods] Do I seem crazy to you?
Interviewee: I've worked for men who disguised their crazy with sane. I think you wrap your sane just fine in crazy.
[Jennifer contemplates that answer for a few seconds, then puts out her arm for a handshake.]
Jennifer: Welcome to Markridge, kiddo. [shakes hands vigorously] Kiddo!
[While still shaking hands, Jennifer leans forward and uses her left knuckles to rub the woman's head. A slight chuckle then Jennifer steps back.]
Jennifer: That, in your honest opinion... See, have you ever in other jobs been noogied?
[Jennifer makes the knuckle gesture at her own head.]