"Come in." Mr Wesley called out from behind the heavy oakwood door, his voice muffled but audible.
I took a deep breath and pulled it open, stepping inside and closing it firmly behind me. His head shot up, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually composed features. "Olivia," he said, a warm smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Have a seat."
"Thank you." I murmured, settling into the chair opposite his large desk
"What can I do for you, Olivia?" He asks, leaning back in his chair, his reading glasses perched on his nose.
Avoiding his gaze, I tentatively slid the printed application across the polished surface of his desk. My palms were slick with sweat, and I chewed nervously on my lips as he scanned the document. Each passing second stretched into an eternity. Finally, he look
