Chapter 14
My preparation for my interview was as thorough as I could make it. I’d dressed carefully, prepared, and even scored a relatively decent parking spot so I wasn’t walking too far in the humidity. Walking inside the office building made me think of those day spas that were trying awfully hard to be fancier than they really were. Lipstick on a pig could go only so far, and a nondescript office building in the South was still what it was no matter how much lipstick was applied. It wasn’t New York or Paris or Milan—and truth be told, I wasn’t expecting it to be. Those places, I suspected, were all perfectly fine, but my take on the world was more of the loving what you are than trying to be something you weren’t. That went for clothes and buildings as much as it did for people.
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