I rest my hand on my chin, staring blankly at the resume of the tenth applicant for the position of my secretary. Exhaustion weighs heavily on me, each interview blending into the next in a monotonous blur. I had no idea the process would be this draining. Every candidate who’s walked through that door so far has fallen short of what I need or simply doesn’t fit.
Santiago was with me earlier, but he left, leaving me to face the last interview of the day alone. The thought of asking one more person why they deserve this job makes me want to crawl under my desk and hide.
My phone pings with a message just as the next candidate walks in. I gesture for them to take a seat while I quickly reply to Santiago, but I pause as a familiar voice calls my name.
I lift my head, brows furrowed in conf
