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Andrew stood with his hand on the doorknob of Mr. Hughes’ office while Lisa paced. He peeked through the glass wall and saw Mr. Hughes reading something on his computer screen.
“Go on,” Andrew said. “He’s waiting for you. I told him you’d be here.”
“What should I say?”
“It’s a job interview. Answer his questions. He needs to hire a secretary for me. I want him to hire you.”
Andrew opened the door and pushed Lisa through, gently, then left the door ajar so he could hear what was happening inside. Lisa stood still as though she was an antiquity, frozen in time by Mount Vesuvius lava and left for the ages to gawk at. She didn’t move until Mr. Hughes looked up from his computer screen.
“Are you the girl Whittaker sent?”
She stepped closer, like Dorothy cowering before the wizard. “Ye
