She wonders if she should be leaving, but it is not as thought she has anywhere to go.
Her phone chimes a moment later and she suddenly recalls giving her number to Cynthia.
Did you get it? the message reads.
Sort of. They're trying to figure out where to put me, she responds.
Where are you? I'll come find you.
They've put me in another waiting room. She looks up and around her. Her heart is still beating fast from the experience, but she is able to focus around her enough to see that she's been placed in an office of some sort, with a laptop on a desk and several large shelves filled with files. Did you get the job?
Of course. They didn't have a choice. None of the other candidates showed up. Yay to me.
Penny can't help but laugh a little at Cynthia's message. Despite the disparagi
