Emily
“Emily Clarke?”
I jumped, my head shooting up immediately. “Yes!”
The woman at the front desk raised a brow. “You can go up. Top floor. CEO’s office.”
What? CEO? Wait a damn minute–
I cleared my throat, staring straight at the woman's unfriendly face. “I… I thought I’d be meeting with HR?”
“He is HR.” She replied, a nonchalant look on her face, then pointed to the elevator. “Good luck.”
I stood, smoothed my skirt, tightened my grip on my bag and forced a smile. I headed to the elevator, my pulse hammering. I was just a temp. Interviewing for a two-week contract position. I’d be stuffing folders and answering phones, definitely not expecting to be grilled by a CEO. What kind of company–
The elevator opened straight into a glass office, cutting me off from my thoughts. Floor-to
