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Week
came out of the cab, my fingers tightening slightly ar
ines towering over the street below. My reflection shimmered briefly acros
hts, wondering if I would get the job or not. Even though Be
them I'm here for an interview, and t
n pencil skirt, I stared at the building o
ver the past week of my life, the la
so anyway. You need this job," I repeate
en, giving me a clear view of the lobby. The bui
rted to doubt if I w
a red-haired lady standing by the receptio
aze briefly catching on her calm expressio
the keyboard, eyes scanning the s
Please take the elevator to the top
e
est, making my fingers tighten
o say, my voice coming o
t her screen, and I turned away, my steps slow
f it had been waiting for me. I stepped inside and pressed the button fo
ervous. More
quickly, my fingers brushing against my sk
under my breath. "Just answ
my stomach didn't settle. If anything, it
t out a breath I didn't even realiz
e looked up the moment she noticed me, her eyes
I hel
interview," I said
d slightly, like she
ase, come
s making soft sounds against the floor,
large door. "He's inside,
ghtly around the strap of my bag
there. Then I pushed the do
feel small without even trying. My eyes moved
ing through a file, his expre
here, watching him. Somethin
dn't p
the familiar scent of lavender and m
guy I had one ni
e. Thinking about everything that had happ
he said witho
orward, sitting down across from him. My hands rested on my l
st page before fi
d, something shifted in my ches
gone just
e even. "Why do you think you're
nswer, my mind quickly trying to gather th
I
or bur
ightly, my words cutting off as bo
lling the room like she belonged there. She looked perfect. From her
s face changed the
ght f
here," he said, hi
hered. If anything,
ms. "Because I've been trying to re
like I wasn't supposed to be there for this, like I had j
sy," he
, but there was no humor in it. "
t change. "I already
asking you to
oom for a second, th
sing together harder now. Maybe I should leave
erested," he
u're rejecting the pro
es
hy
Because I already have s
s hung i
ly, confusion slipping i
ened just a
o react, trying not to get p
his hand r
s wrapped around mine, firm and
Everything in me
he was doing was normal, like this wasn't
art s
to look at him, my thought
lia St
eak or move. The word didn'
y above a whisper, shock clear in my voice
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