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I watch nervously as the screen counts up in numbers until I reach number ten with a ding. The doors open and I’m greeted by another receptionist desk. A woman is standing next to it looking at an electronic tablet. Nobody is seated behind the desk.
She smiles as I exit the elevator and I realize I’m stupidly still hanging onto my keys. I quickly shove them into my purse and run my fingers down my blouse to make sure the buttons are still buttoned. Thanks to my large breasts, sometimes a button would succumb to the pressure and pop off. I’d just taken the tags off this one so it shouldn’t be tired yet of holding in my straining chest.
“Hi, are you Taryn?” the woman asks me. She’s about my age and wears glasses, her dark hair up neatly in a bun.
I nod. “Yes. I’m here to see Mr. Lockwood.”
“Perfect. I’m Briana, his assistant. He’s expecting you.”
I sure hope so, since I told him I’d be here at 2 today,I think dryly.
I look around as I follow her. The entire floor is full of offices housing various departments. There are a few random doors but they look like closets or maybe storage rooms. A few people smile or stare at me as we walk through the office. It looks as though the boss has his own area. A small desk with a computer and other accessories is set outside an office door. I see Briana’s name on a plate at the front of the desk.
She taps on the door twice and then opens it. “Ms. Andrews is here for her interview,” she says.
“Thank you,” I say.
She dips her head at me and then closes the door behind me.
There are three people in the office. A man, a woman, and Carter. They all stand when I walk in. My gaze locks with Carter’s and he stares at me intently with those blue eyes that haven’t changed. My breath catches in my throat and I swallow hard.
“Welcome, please, have a seat,” he says, gesturing to an empty chair. It seems a bit informal, which relaxes me. I’ve been so nervous all day about this that I’d barely eaten. But it isn’t just the interview I’ve been nervous about—it’s mostly about seeing Carter again. So many mixed emotions swirling around that I definitely need to tamp down in order to get through this interview.
Keep it professional...
“This is our IT manager, Jeff Chin,” he begins, pointing to the guy.
He offers me a friendly smile. He’s a very young-looking Asian man, dressed in khakis and a red button-down shirt. I shake his proffered hand.
“And this is Lisa Morris, the HR manager,” he says, pointing to the lady. I also shake her hand. She looks to be pushing sixty, with a very kind smile and graying-blonde hair.
“I’m the owner and CEO of Lockwood Technologies, Carter. Please, have a seat.”
I do as he instructed and bite back a smile. We’re playing this game, huh? Pretending we don’t know each other.Like you didn’t have your dick all up in me a few years ago, like you didn’t hang out at my house every day when we were kids. Okay, Carter. I’ll play.
He begins the interview by asking me to talk about myself, which is highly annoying but I already had something prepared. Then Jeff asks me a bunch of technical questions, almost as if he’s trying to stump me, but I easily answer all of them. Except, when he starts asking about application development. I’ve never had an interest in developing apps, but I suppose I’m about to learn. I admit my knowledge base is not strong and I spit out what I think are right answers, literally from just reading articles about them in the past. He seems satisfied with that.
Lisa doesn’t ask any questions and I realize she’s probably just in here to make sure they don’t say or ask anything inappropriate of me, which I can appreciate but I’m not worried. While Carter can be a dick, I’m not afraid of him in the least. I trust him. He isn’t a sleazeball and he would never physically harm me in any way, that much I know.
Once the interview is done, I’m feeling much more relaxed. Jeff leaves the office and Lisa instructs me to follow her. I glance one more time at Carter, who’s walked us to the door, and he smiles at me.
“It was great meeting you. We’ll be in touch.”
“I appreciate the opportunity, Mr. Lockwood,” I say, reaching out to shake his hand.
It’s warm against mine and just touching him sends my nerves and something else rocketing through me, warming my belly. Are those butterflies?
I leave with Lisa, and once we reach HR, she asks me to fill out a form so they can check my background. That’s it, though. Briana walks me from HR to the elevator and tells me I’ll hear from them within a week.
Guess I’ll be waiting on pins and needles.
