“Does that look okay to you?” Eleanor asked wearing a gray shirt with black trousers and Rebecca nodded with a lack of enthusiasm. “What the hell, Becca? Just tell me what to wear. Don’t just keep nodding like that.” Eleanor mimicked her nodding like a robot and turned to face her closet.
“You and I are going shopping this weekend for your work attire,” Rebecca said frowning at Eleanor.
“Fine,” Eleanor said and put her hair in a clean side bun. After getting ready, she had breakfast and in an hour Eleanor was walking inside the building with nervousness about what awaited her.
“Good morning, Ms. Harrington. Mr. Bernard Hansen is inside. You may proceed to his office.” Eleanor nodded with a smile at Bernard Hansen’s assistant who was a pleasant-looking man in his 20s.
“Good morning Mr.
