IT TOOK A WHILE TO recap the previous night, from arriving at the bar sans the reason for visiting, to walking to Liv’s and back, the tussle between Blondie and the dickhead, escorting Blondie ... and the fact I couldn’t really remember anything after that.
Andrea’d taken notes through it all, prodded at any holes, accepted when I told her I’d filled them as much as I could.
Thirty minutes later, she clicked the depressor on her pen once, before setting it down and clipping her way over to the door. Fingers wrapped around the handle, she glanced back to me. “Ready?”
I nodded, though it was a lie. No matter her presence, or the strong determination visible in every nuance of hers, no matter the outcome, something told me I wouldn’t be walking away from the interview unscathed.
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