"What is this? Some sort of spin-off from The Apprentice?" Sharon looked around half expecting to see a film crew lurking in the wings. "Well, maybe a bit inspired by that," Micky Masters looked back at her with that smirky sort of grin that only the most self-satisfied people manage. Micky was one of those self-made millionaires. You know the sort, started as a barrow-boy or selling mail-order tin whistles and ended up an international businessman despite having no discernible talent. But the job was good. Personal Assistant to international jet-setting businessman at a cool one hundred thou a year. That was why Micky said he wanted the best. That was why he needed the two remaining candidates to show their initiative, to show their ability to deal with difficult situations, to triumph over adversity, to plan, to act, to succeed. This was what he had explained. That was why he had set the Initiative Test. "The task is simple," he explaine...