She sat in the lobby with her hands folded in her lap, her
back straight and her purse positioned just so on the floor next to her
foot. She kept her expression
neutral and composed, a deceptive mask hiding her racing pulse.
The interview was scheduled for eleven o’clock. She arrived fifteen minutes early,
giving her the opportunity to focus on the relaxation techniques she had
learned.
“Ms. Pearson will see you now.”
She took a calming breath and stood up. So far. So good. It
seemed she would be able to keep her personal demons under control this time.
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