She halted for a moment, smoothing down her skirt, which was riding up a little, and doing up the top button of her blouse. Maybe she should have worn her light grey suit with these shoes, but that was in the case she’d left at Sarah’s. It didn’t matter – she was just glad that another job interview was over. She always found them a little unsettling, but as she walked away from the building she still couldn’t decide if the office manager was dreary or creepy. Or which was worse. She made her way between the lines of cars to where she’d parked. Slipping off her jacket, she folded it carefully and put it on the passenger seat with her handbag. Working in Exeter would be a long commute unless she moved, but the money was good. She started the car and found her way out of the car park, trusting the satnav on her phone to guide her through the town and onto the motorway. It would be good to get clear of Exeter before the rush hour – assuming they had a rush hour down here. Being in the wrong lane meant she had to go round the roundabout twice, but eventually she spotted the right exit and drove up the ramp to join the M5 for the journey back to Taunton.
