THE WAITING ROOM WHERE she sat was full, with several women and one young man perched on the comfortable leather chairs around her. Fabiana could feel their combined energy like a buzz on the air. They looked like they were just out of college, wearing spankin’ new business suits and sporting hopeful faces. More than one of the young people held a resume, their nervousness at the coming interviews obvious in the way they squirmed in their chairs and shuffled their feet. Fabiana envied them their mundane fears, realizing she’d give just about anything to be in their shoes at that moment.
Beyond the open double doors, a janitor polished the dark tile of the entry with a buffing machine and, near the glass doors at the front of the building, two security guards chatted and laughed.
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