The door opened softly, and Tyler’s gaze swiftly shifted towards its direction.
A woman with sleek black hair strolled in, her petite figure silhouetted by the warm glow of the office.
She approached the desk with her hands clenched in front of her, clearly anxious.
"Good morning," she said in a calm yet distinct voice. "My name is Melanie Jacobs, and I'm here for the interview."
Tyler's face wrinkled, his mind automatically jumping to the funeral. He knew that name. Melanie… it was her.
The lady Nicole had introduced as an old friend at her mother’s burial. The coincidence gnawed at him.
Was this really just a chance? Or was something else going on?
He forced himself to stay relaxed, his face neutral. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she was just a woman looking for a job. He had
