Evelyn avoided Roman’s stare as she broke the seal.
The sound of tearing paper was unusually loud in the quiet room.
Her fingers trembled slightly, unsure if it was nerves or anticipation. She walked back to her chair and slipped into it, pulling the documents out steadily.
She skimmed through the papers in silence, then exhaled softly.
“Well…” she began, still not looking at him. “A few months ago, I applied for a role at Sinclair Industries.”
She paused, gathering her words. “Senior Strategic Analyst. In the corporate strategy division.”
Roman’s brows lifted slightly.
“I wanted to get in without anyone’s help,” she continued. “I knew how hard it was to get in—everyone knows that. The tests are brutal.”
A small, humorless laugh escaped her.
“But I… I tried anyway. At the time, Na
