Luka's POV
I sat there, staring at my desk and feeling exhausted. It wasn't even noon yet and I'd already wasted my entire morning on people who were either completely unqualified or totally uninterested in actually working.
Maybe I should fire Dalton. He could really do better than this.
I needed a break before I screamed.
I stood up, grabbed my coffee mug, and headed to the break room. I needed enough caffeine to get through the rest of these interviews without losing my mind completely.
Dalton was in the break room pouring himself a cup when I walked in.
"How's it going?" he asked cheerfully.
"Terribly," I snapped. "Do we have any candidates who are actually competent?"
"There's one more this morning. Her resume looked promising."
"That's what you said about the last four."
