IVY’S POV
The door to my room opened and Sabrina poked her head in. “Hey,” she said, opening the door widely and walking in. She stopped to asses me. I was dressed in a pair of black pants and a jacket. “You look good,” she said, raising her eyes to look at me.
“Thanks.” I turned away from the mirror I was standing in front of. “I have an interview this morning,” I told her. “Fingers crossed, I get the job.” I had been applying to a couple of jobs for about two weeks now, and this was the first response I had gotten.
“What’s the job position?” Ivy asked.
“Finance Manager,” I answered.
“Ooooh, sounds like a big shot,” she said, folding her arms across her chest, resting against the wall and crossing her ankles.
“Definitely better than being a measly personal assistant,” I answered, p
