Noelle
“So, Raphael would like to be perfectly transparent,” I said, pushing a file folder across Robert’s desk. I was wearing my professional face and trying to keep my eyes off his lips. When I looked at him, I focused on his left eyebrow. I tried not to think about the fact that an eyebrow could be sexy, too. “The applicant is Beth’s father. But he would also like you to consider him as impartially as you can, and hire him, or not, based solely on his qualifications and experience, not on his family connection.
“Of course,” Robert took the file and flipped it open. “What position is he applying for?”
“Grounds and maintenance,” I answered.
“I see,” he scanned the documents. “He has relevant experience. I see he’s also a fly fisherman and could double as a fishing guide, that’s good.
