The sound of my heels clicked loudly against the marble floor, which only heightened the sensation that everyone was staring at me.Double checking the directory, I looked for Mr. Reeves’ office, but it wasn’t listed. I glanced over to the receptionist, and decided I should ask her. I smoothed out the wrinkles on my suit before approaching the receptionist to get some more information.She was busy organizing some paperwork, and after standing for far too long. Her short black hair kept falling from behind her ear, and she tucked it two or three times before I interrupted her.“Excuse me?”She stopped, and eyed me through the top of her glasses, which hung on the tip of her nose. “Oh.” she said, “Could I help you with something?” She stared at me, clearly unimpressed.I breathed, somewhat irritated. “I have an interview with...” I drew a blank.I shuffled my papers that were tucked under my arm against my purse and the name came to me, “Mr. Reeves.”“I sincerely doubt that, Ms...?”“Scott, Kari Scott.”
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