Max had never been to Noah’s office before, but he managed to get off at the right bus stop outside a town centre office building and found the door to the place on the third floor. Noah came to meet him in the tiny reception area.
“Do I look okay?” Max stood up. “Conservative enough?”
Noah snorted. “You, conservative? Not likely.” He brushed some strands of Max’s long hair off his shoulder and straightened his tie. “But you look fine. Did you polish your shoes?” He inspected them critically.
“Of course.”
Noah looked him over and nodded with approval. “You’ll do. Owen’s looked over your CV.” Noah had brought it in with him that morning. “He’s happy enough with it. All you have to do now is not massively screw up the interview, and you’re in.”
“No pressure then.”
“Just stay cool. You
