Chapter Nine
Sayen studied her reflection in her dressing room mirror. She wanted to look smart and professional. Her silver-blue pant-suit achieved just the right effect, she concluded. The color looked good against her blonde hair, and the suit’s lines were neat and fitted her figure perfectly. If she wanted her interviewer to take her seriously, she would have to look the part, even if she had no intention of staying in the job longer than it took her to snoop behind the scenes, and even if her mama and daddy had told her she didn’t even need to interview.
They’d pleaded with her not to go back to work, but when they’d finally relented, they’d said any job that she wanted was hers, providing she had the skills and qualifications. She only had to ask and they would arrange it. But she
