Sabrina had already been waiting for her at the practice course.
She wore a lemon-yellow tennis dress and had her hair styled in big voluminous waves. Bright, charming, and dripping with that flirty vibe.
She looked Claire up and down, exasperated. “You know what? Why don’t you just wrap your neck too while you’re at it?”
Claire gave a soft smile. “I’m here for a job interview, not to turn heads.”
In her view, there was nothing wrong with her outfit — a light blue sporty tracksuit with her hair up in a neat ponytail and just a touch of natural makeup. Simple, clean, professional. What’s not to like?
“Babe, men are all about the visuals, remember?”
“If Julian just wanted a pretty face for the chief secretary role, he wouldn’t have left the position vacant this long.”
