"Delores Friggs and Clinton Greg" the lady in red, who according to Cole was Vera, called.
I watched those called, rise with their journals and follow her out of the room.
It was just us the applicants now, Harry had left after wishing us luck.
I tried not to let my uneasiness show. I was so uncomfortable.
"I should leave"
"What are you still doing here?" The voice in my head asked.
Even if luck was on my side, I doubt it would be enough to get me the job. I had lost it and thinking otherwise was a fantasy.
A man like Richard Wellington would never excuse an event like theirs, no matter the qualification. He may be rich, but from the little time I spent with him in the elevator, he was as petty as an old hag.
No wonder he had said,
"See you in a bit… Sofia"
