Chapter 26
AlexaHiring a new cardio instructor pushed everything off my plate. I’d advertised the opening on several job sites and in the local paper.
Of the two dozen candidates who’d contacted me, only two had the basic qualifications and sounded reliable enough to interview in person. One was free to come in that evening to talk in person.
At five thirty, Holly knocked on my door.
“Alexa, this is your five thirty. Trista Halpern.”
“Trista, hi.” The trim, muscled woman gave me a hard-gripped handshake. “Have a seat. Thanks, Holly.”
Trista wore a body conscious pencil skirt and crisp white shirt with heeled sandals in an animal print. She sat erect in her chair and crossed her legs—emphasizing their tone and bulk. Her figure suggested body building—probably competitively.
“Thanks f
