CHAPTER 6
September 2015
A hunky, blue-eyed blond whose muscles and too-tanned skin suggested he spent a lot of time at the local gym entered the tiny elevator behind me. He glanced from my second-hand black pin-striped Armani suit to the red leather portfolio I clutched with white knuckles and offered me a smile.
“Interview?”
“Yeah.” My eyes remained glued to the numbers increasing at an agonizingly slow rate as I continued to run through my resume in my head. When I was twenty-five years old, I started working in research and development for a corporation that manufactured and sold diapers. Over the next six years, I’d worked my way up the rungs until I landed a junior management position. Not long after I started that job, a headhunter invited me to interview for a much higher paid
