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I nodded, gripping the folio in my hands My heartbeat pounded in ht

“Mr Waverly will see you now” The receptionist gestured to the large wooden doors beside her

Sticking the folio underon the handle

“It’ll be fine He’s incredibly nice, and hardly ever has security escort anyone out” She stood and opened the door “It was a joke”

I stepped through the open door A fresh paint sered in the room Leather couches—not the slick kind with chrome accents like Sports Central, but the homey, lived-in kind that were broken in and soft— area of the office

“Leo” A tallaround it with his hand extended “Good to see you again?”

“Clint with the shrimp?”

He laughed “I can see you’re surprised None of your research turned up a picture of me, I see”

Clint Waverly Holy shit

I sed those words since I was at least pretending to be a professional right now

“No, it didn’t I can’t say I was looking for it, either I was more focused on the quirks of the company”

He sat in a wide leather chair beside the couch “I could tell from the presentation You put a lot of work and effort into showing us what you could bring to the table What do you have for me?” He nodded toward the dark leather folder I had with me

I sat up straighter,“Your chance to land one of the best up and co them on board at Waverly”

The speech I’d practiced at least a hundred times with variations based on objections was delivered with a cal through my head

I’d gotten Saht happen to Simply Stark even with all the work I’d put in, but I could still save Zara As ive her the choices and chances she’d never had before and to finally put herself first