(Elle’s POV)
The HR staff gave me a number printed and laminated on a half sheet of bond paper. Number one. I smiled, hopeful that the number would really make me a number one priority in the application and eventually get the job.
There was only one job vacancy, yet the number of applicants sitting with me in the waiting area for the initial interview was more than ten already. While waiting for them to call me, I took my cellphone and sent a text message to Heart, asking and checking on Belle. My phone chimed in a reply, but before I could swipe my phone’s screen to read the message, the tall and good-looking HR staff member with the name tag ‘Joel’ called me.
“Miss Cinderella Miller?” he asked the crowd as if the big number on the paper was not enough proof that he was looking for me
