Chapter 4Captain Tamzin Stanten gulped down some more hot coffee from her travel mug, then tapped her tablet to mark the last candidate she’d interviewed as a maybe. Two more people to see. Someone knocked at the door of the rented office.
“Yeah, come in.”
A young man entered, dark-haired, kind of short. Nice smile, though she detected some strain in it. But job interviews made you nervous.
“Javid Barasa?”
“Ah, yes, or Javi. My friends call me Javi.”
“Sit down, Javi.” He sat, dropping a duffel bag on the floor by his chair. No need to ask if he was available to leave immediately.
“You’re applying for the junior steward’s position, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You say you have some experience.”
He looked mildly shifty, but not as if he was lying as such. “I worked at a restaurant, but um
