Elijah Kingsley didn't speak for a moment.
He just looked at Sophia like she was an unexpected problem—interesting, but not welcome.
Sophia stood in front of his desk with her hands clenched at her sides, trying to keep her breathing steady.
Finally, Elijah said, “You came back in."
“Yes," Sophia answered.
His brows lifted slightly. “Most candidates leave when I end an interview."
Sophia swallowed. “Most candidates don't need this job as much as I do."
Elijah's gaze stayed calm. “Need is not a qualification."
Sophia forced herself not to flinch. “Then test my qualification."
For the first time, a faint shift passed through his eyes—surprise, maybe amusement.
He leaned back in his chair. “You're persistent."
“I'm capable," Sophia said quickly. “I know I did poorly just now. I let
