Amber stood near the entrance of the research wing, posture perfect, expression carefully composed Her hair was done, her heels were sharp, and her credentials were tucked neatly into the folder pressed against her side.
She had timed everything.
Today was her shot.
She'd rehearsed her introduction, made sure her recent research was fresh in her head, and even picked her outfit to project confidence and elegance.
She heard footsteps coming her way, sharp and fast with a sense of authority.
Her heart skipped a beat.
This had to be it.
Dean Hayes was approaching fast, several well-dressed individuals trailing behind him. Their purposeful strides turned heads all down the hallway.
Amber straightened immediately, brushing invisible lint off her blazer and stepping for
