Ayla POV
I pull up outside the office building where I have the interview. As I get out and look up, my mouth becomes dry, and my muscles begin to quiver.
“You can do this Ayla,” I whispered to myself as I made my way inside.
“Hi, I’m here for an interview,” I say to a larger woman sitting behind the reception.
The woman behind the desk has a headset on. I can hear her typing on the keyboard hidden from view. She holds her hand up, stopping me from saying another word, and points to an area that has chairs and sofas lined up with a few tables to fill the space. I walked over to one of the chairs, noticing that there were quite a few people here, all dressed in nice suits and all carrying a portfolio just like mine.
“Ayla Thorne.”
I stood up and smiled at the man shouting my name.
