Bianca was already waiting for her at the practice field.
She wore a pale yellow athletic dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, her voluminous wavy hair bouncing with every step—youthful, sexy, and irresistible.
She gave Candice a once-over and sighed, clearly disappointed. “Girl, seriously, you might as well throw a scarf over your neck while you're at it.”
Candice chuckled lightly. “I'm here for a job interview, not a date.”
She didn’t think there was anything wrong with her outfit—a sky-blue tracksuit, her hair tied into a neat high ponytail, and subtle natural makeup. Clean, presentable, professional. Totally fine.
“Babe, men are visual creatures,” Bianca reminded her with a dramatic sigh.
“If Charlie just wanted eye candy for a chief secretary, that position woul
