Eleanor was nervous as she followed her phone’s GPS to the address Gus gave her. She was driving the LeSabre sedan Donna graciously lent her for the day. It made it significantly easier to travel to her extended interview. The directions brought her to the industrial side of town and up to a fenced-in compound. Pulling up to the gate, she was met by a young man leaning against a motorcycle.
He sat idly smoking and stared at her through the sunglasses obscuring his gaze. With a frown, he stood and walked to the side of the car, “Can I help you?”
“Umm, I’m here to see Gus about an accounting job?” Eleanor hesitated.
“Oh, right. He said to keep an eye out for a blonde number-cruncher,” he nodded before backing off and pulling the gate open. “Just head up to the main building.”
Waving her
