As they walked down the hallway, Diane leaned closer and whispered, “He does not repeat himself, and he does not tolerate curiosity about personal items on his desk.”
Avery nodded and swallowed, promising herself she would not make any mistakes. The doors to the corner office opened, and she stepped into a room flooded with sunlight and lined with shelves of leather bound law books.
Daniel Lawson sat behind a massive walnut desk, signing documents with a fountain pen that moved like it had decided the fate of many lives. He looked up slowly, revealing sharp features, silver at his temples, and eyes the color of storm clouds.
“Have a seat, Miss Collins,” he said, his voice deep and controlled.
She sat carefully, aware that the chair probably cost more than her family car. He studied her résumé for a long moment, then looked at her again.
“You are overqualified for an entry level assistant position,” he said. “Why apply here.”
“I learn quickly,” she replied, forcing her voice to stay steady. “And I know how to keep my mouth shut.”