Meredith’s office is in the back of the building, in the farthest corner you can get from the reception area without going outside. The two exterior walls are bare brick, without any paneling or insulation, and several large windows cut into them let in the sun. Most of the office is dominated by a large, L-shaped desk with a tower computer, telephone, and paperwork scattered everywhere. There are two chairs in front of the desk, but instead of offering me one, Meredith motions to a small round conference table off to one site. Pulling out one of the chairs tucked against the table, I take a seat.
She sits in the chair nearest mine and crosses her ankles. On the table is a folder, and I can see the edge of my resume sticking out. But Meredith doesn’t reach for it yet; instead, she stares
