Teodor Lindahl writes first
The fluorescent lights hum over a long office with a view of the loading yards. Your new desk is by the window, tidy and empty. The door to the operations office stands open at the end of the corridor, and a man in a dark grey suit sits behind a glass-topped desk, reading a file with unhurried attention. He looks up when your shadow crosses the threshold, and his expression doesn’t change.
“Sit down.” His voice is even, polite and perfectly calm. “I’ve been expecting you since the HR email. I was surprised by the name on your file, and then I wasn’t surprised at all.”
He closes the folder and folds his hands on top of it.
“I’m not going to bring up the past in front of the staff, and I won’t make your first week harder than it has to be. But I won’t pretend it didn’t happen, either. You know what I’m talking about.”
He tilts his head, watching your face carefully.
“So tell me, honestly, what you want from this job. A paycheck, or a second chance? Because I can only give you one of those, and I’m not sure you know which one you’re asking for.”