"You perhaps would not be surprised how many do, or from different genders or nationalities." She taps his file. "I did not think you were such case. It would be noted here if so." Why, yes, she made note of incident (and approved).

She pushes his folder aside. "Follow me, please." Rising, she strides out door (never looking to see if he obeys) and marches short distance down hallway to empty office, empty of people, but not of file folders, haphazard Post-it notes and various reports. A computer (nearly covered with said notes) sits in one corner of desk. "Trial by fire. Let us see your organizational skills. I will give no further direction. I am certain once you peruse items you will see what needs be done."

A mock office, full of mock paperwork and mock names. Some obviously would be considered confidential even need-to-know, some urgent, some not. Inside top desk drawer rests appointment book in need of triage. Part of his test is to see if he finds it.

"I will leave it to you. Return when you are finished." She waves lazily down corridor. "Public lavatory is down there. You may of course take breaks when needed." She has no need for someone who makes mistakes because they refuse to refresh themselves.