PEARL’S POV
A man, no older than me, is holding the door open. He nods and greets me with a smile before tucking his cellphone into his back pocket. “Good day, ma’am,” he says before giving me a once over.
I nod back and walk forward. As soon as he stops throwing a few stares my way, I tuck the envelope I received back in my pocket and walked to the customer service desk across the oversized room.
“Hello. My name is Tara. Welcome to Rupard’s Enterprise Suite. How may I help you?”
“Yes, ma’am. I am here to apply for a job.”
The woman behind the counter is around a five-foot-four. She has auburn hair smoothly pressed back in a bun and oversized gold hoop earrings. Her black and gold name tag is neatly clamping against her way too perky breasts, and if I weren’t so desperate for a job,
