Three icy faces stared out at the applicant over the conference call. “I see you’ve conducted for the Boise Philharmonic, and San Antonio Public Transit?”
“Yes. I’ve conducted busses all over, actually.”
“This committee doesn’t appreciate jokes, Mr. Schwartzkopf.”
Saying nothing, he picked up his baton and made a few deft, quick strokes. There was an awkward silence before chaos erupted on one of the cameras. A blaring horn, breaking glass, the glare of headlights and the brief flash of a vehicle number and one of their colleagues dropped from the call.
“Shall we discuss compensation?” Schwartzkopf asked, grinning malevolently.

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