Vera Anderson's POV
The time for the interview has finally come. I looked again at the sequence number and I was second to the last on the list. The receptionist told me that we are only thirty applicants so I am number twenty-nine. I am just hoping that this would gonna be my lucky number.
While waiting for my name to be called, I kept on thinking why the woman named Margaret mistook me for someone else. She called me Andrea a while ago not only once but twice. But when I told her my name, I saw a sneering smile on her lips. I found out she is also an applicant here and she is number twenty-eight.
I secretly looked at her who was sitting a little distant from me. I can say she is pretty and sexy in her above-the-knee maxi dress. But I think her attire is not fitted for a job interview.
