The next morning came with sunlight streaming through the penthouse windows, but Kingsley didn’t feel its warmth.
He sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed in the navy blue suit Beth had picked out. His hands were clasped loosely between his knees, head bowed slightly. Beth, in a sleek white dress and heels that clicked against the floor with every step, was checking her reflection for the third time.
“They’ll probably bring you in toward the end,” Kingsley said softly, glancing over. “Talk to you a bit about us, how we make it work, all that.”
Beth gave a small shrug. “Of course. I already prepared my answers. Nothing to worry about.”
He nodded slowly, hesitating. Then he said, “I don’t know… I just feel kind of off. Like I’m not ready. I know how these interviews go, but this on
