“Seren Smith?” She suddenly looks up from the screen, her eyebrows rising in recognition. “Oh yeah, it’s for the Office Manager position.” She turns to the screen again, frowning as she scrolls. “It says you’ve already been hired. I have you penciled in for your first meeting with Mr. Blackwood Jr. at nine.”
I feel a nervous flutter in my stomach. So he did set it up. But Office Manager? I smile sadly. He doesn’t even know what my degree is in.
“He’s not in yet. Would you mind waiting by his office?” She points down the hall. “It’s the glass door at the far right corner on the fifth floor. The elevator is down the hall.”
For the next hour and a half, from my designated spot outside his office, I people-watch. Everyone but me is moving with a sense of purpose.
It’s taken me weeks, but I
