Gorillionaire straightens his emerald vest. His tummy flutters. It feels like fluttering bumblebees trapped in a jar. Job interviews are scary. What if he drops a screw? What if he fails completely? Gorillionaire takes a slow, deep breath. He counts out loud. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." His heart thuds softer. The flutter quiets down. He is still nervous, but he is ready to try. Gorillionaire grips his diamond-topped cane and stands up tall. His robotic fingers gleam softly. He opens the frosted glass door. It is time.