The air is brisk on her neck as the car door shuts behind her, the knot in her stomach hadn’t lifted on the drive over as she had hoped. The potential of a new job made her nervous, new responsibilities, new people to befriend, and a new boss to analyze her. She had the experience, the references and the drive that anyone should approve of, she kept telling herself the job was as good as hers. She shuffled her blouse and covered the little black lace that was peeking out against her cleavage. She looked like she belonged in the building, hair in a neat bun, flawless blouse that accentuated her breasts, and her pencil dress that hugged her just like she wanted it to.
The parking garage was full of heels clicking on concrete as she headed toward the elevator, she repeated and repeated interview questions in her head as the doors closed and she headed toward the 14th floor.