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Satisfied with my outfit, I grabbed a black purse from my closet and transferred everything important over and left the house with my head held high.

I was still anxious as I got into my SUV. I needed to talk to Gentry. I pulled my phone from my purse and sent him a text to see if he could talk. Instead of responding, my phone rang, his name appeared on the screen.

I swiped the screen to answer and let out a nervous breath.

“You okay, butterfly?” he asked in a panicked tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just really nervous, and needed to talk to you,” I responded on a shaky breath.

“Why’re you so nervous?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“I honestly don’t know. It’s not like I have to go to this interview. There’s just something nagging me in the back of my mind, almost like it’s telling me not to go.”

“Go to the interview. See what it’s about. You’ve already interviewed with them once before, so you’re familiar with the company. And if you don’t like the job, you’ll at least know you’ve tried and seen what options are out there.”

Gentry was right. I knew he’d be the voice of reason.

“Thank you for talking me through it. I knew you’d set me straight.”

“You’ve got this, butterfly. Please drive safe.”

“I will. I’ll let you know when I’m back,” I told him. His words of encouragement were just what I needed.

We said our goodbyes, and I tossed my phone into the passenger seat, before setting off in the direction of my interview.

I gave myself a mental pep talk and went over the possible questions they’d ask as I made the hour drive into Dallas.

I pulled into the parking lot of the high-rise building and took a few deep breaths after I parked.

Walking into the building, I was met with the receptionist, who greeted me with a welcoming smile.

“Welcome to Lundry Media. How can I assist you today?”

I gave her my name and told her I had an interview with Mr. Lundry.

She checked something on the screen and stood.

“He’s expecting you. If you go to the elevators behind me, he’s on the fourteenth floor. I’ll let him know you’re coming up,” she said as she handed me a visitor’s pass. I clipped it to my shirt and made my way over to the elevators, pressing the button.

The doors opened, and I waited for the people to exit before I made my way inside. Just as the doors were about to shut, I heard a man’s voice shout.

“Hold the elevator.”

I put my hand between the doors to stop them from closing.

He stepped inside out of breath and looked over to the panel. He saw the button lit up for the fourteenth floor and stood beside me. My nerves were all over the place thinking about the interview that I didn’t give the man a second glance.

The elevator slowed to a stop and dinged before the doors opened.

“Ladies first.” He gestured.

I stepped off the elevator and walked over to the reception desk, where an elderly lady sat behind the mahogany desk.

“You must be Miss Courtright.” She beamed at me.

The gentleman from the elevator said from behind me, “You’re my interview. Thank you, Gretta. I’ll take it from here.”

Turning around, I took the man in. He wore a three-piece suit that fit him like a glove. His face was clean-shaven, his hair styled without a piece out of place. As I took a further look, he looked familiar, but I just couldn’t place where I’d seen him before.