ANDY
By the time I pulled into the veterinary clinic the following morning, I had rehearsed what I wanted to say to Autumn a dozen times. I knew the profession well enough to feel confident in my abilities, but interviewing for a new position was different when I was the one trying to prove myself.
I grabbed my résumé from the passenger seat and headed inside.
The clinic sat on a quiet street outside the town centre, housed in a low brick building with wide windows and a cheerful sign above the entrance. Flowerpots lined the front steps, and a small wooden bench stood beneath the window beside a basket of dog toys. Through the glass, I could see a woman at reception speaking with a client, a fluffy white dog tucked under one arm.
The familiar scent of disinfectant and animal shampoo gr
