Marissa POV
I twisted the doorknob, my palms slightly damp, not knowing what exactly to expect. Instead of a stiff panel of stone faced interviewers, I spotted a red haired woman, probably in her mid-thirties. She had popping blue eyes that seemed to vibrate with intelligence, and she was staring at me intently as I walked in.
She offered me a calm smile and gestured toward the chair across from her. Only then did I allow myself to take a breath and feel the plush carpet beneath my feet.
"Hello," I started, trying to keep my voice from trembling. "I am here to apply for the role of the lead architect!"
She didn't scoff. She didn't even blink.
"Okay, that is fine. Can I go through your CV?"
I handed it over, watching her eyes scan the pages. This was the most polite interviewer I had
