Given the words "X" and "C.V."
I walked into the presidents, my hands clammy, nervous for my shot at working with a big name corporation. He got up from his desk, shook my cold damp hand, and handed me a sheet of paper. "That will be all," he said, and ushered me out the door. I stood still, not comprehending, and turned the paper over. It was my C.V. A large X was written over it in black, permanent ink.