THIRTY-FIVEMY EYES DARTED TOWARDS Prudence, her eyes met mine. I slightly widened them in mock panic and quickly looked at the USB drive still in her hand. She gave me a quick knowing nod, clenched the USB stick and the key in her fist and leaned down to stick it into something under her desk. As she did, I went over to the woman in the doorway.
I didn’t give Nelisa any chance to reply to the new woman’s question, instead I stuck my hand out and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Stephen, Stephen Grobler, I’m here to interview for the beverage manager job?”
She looked a little bewildered, but still took my hand and gave it a firm pump down and up. “Claire. Claire Browning,” she said, giving me another one of those professional smiles. “I’m afraid there must be a mistake somewhere, Mr. Grobler,
