Standing from my desk, I said to Anna, “Wish me luck.”
“Good luck,” she said.
I walked around the desk and then out into the hallway, where I followed Carla to the waiting room. There, much like yesterday, Julian was standing, waiting for me. In was in his full suit today, with his hair carefully slicked back.
“I didn’t know what to wear,” he said. “We didn’t talk about a dress code.”
My brow drew together in confusion. He seemed earnest in the way he talked, like he was genuine.
“A dress code for…?” I prompted.
“Didn’t she tell you?” he asked, motioning to Carla who is returning to her desk. “I’m here for my training. We didn’t talk about a specific time for it to happen, but I thought the sooner the better. If I’m going to help you put this project into action, I should probably le
