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“Thank you,” I said, smiling at him, hoping he could feel my sincerity.
He had been wonderful during this entire process, and sometimes it was easy to forget how shakily things had started.
And while I was focused on moving forward, I couldn’t help but feel worried, thinking that maybe I would never find the right fit.
“Boss,” Erik said after a light knock on the door.
“The new candidate is here?” Davit asked.
“Yeah. She’s here,” he responded.
“Bring her in,” Davit said. Then he looked at me. “Why don’t I sit in for this one?”
“Okay,” I said, though I was a little bit nervous.
So far, he had given me carte blanche, and hadn’t even taken the time to interview any of the candidates since I had dismissed them all.
Some part of me worried that we might disagree, but when I looked at him, I remembered his words, how he had assured me that we would make this decision together.
He gave me a smile, then sat on the couch next to me, his posture ramrod straight.
He was dressed in his usual attire, slacks, a button-down. Still, I could admit that even though he might dress like a banker, he was intimidating. And despite my fear that I wouldn’t find the right person, I didn’t want to scare the applicant off.
“Relax,” I said.
“You’re afraid I’m going to scare her?”
“Yes,” I said.
“If I can scare her, she’s not the one for us,” he said.
I nodded, then stood when I heard footsteps approaching.
The door opened, and an older woman who I’d put in her late fifties walked in. She was of average height and had a build that was on the leaner side, though she looked strong. Her dark brown skin was luminous and unwrinkled, and I sensed kindness in her dark brown eyes.
She gave us a polite smile, and nodded at Erik, silently thanking him for walking her in.
I liked her instantly, but told myself to stay cool.
“Ma’am. Sir,” she said as she approached.
She stuck out her hand and I shook it. “Please, call me Amy.”
“And I’m Davit,” he said.
“I’m Paulette. But I guess you know that,” she said with a little laugh.
“Please, have a seat,” I said.
She sat, and looked from me to Davit, then back to me. I tried to read her expression, but she didn’t give anything away.
I hadn’t decided whether that was good or not, but didn’t have a chance to consider it before Davit started peppering her with questions.
“How long have you been in the profession?”
“Over thirty years,” she said.
“Your family?” he asked.
