I sit in my personal office looking over marriage candidates as you walk in. I lift my head just realizing I was interviewing the next batch of aides to help with my future reign as king. I give you a quick once over not letting on that I want to know more than your intelligence. I close the candidates list. I have decided you would do nicely as my life partner but I had to convince you to agree and forget this idea of being my aide. Well have a seat…tell me what makes you want to be my aide?
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