Evelyn sat across from two women and one man in a sleek conference room on the twenty-third floor. Her back was still burning with this hot burns as of something was burning under her skin in a pattern. Even her shoulders felt heavy. Her blouse was still slightly damp from the coffee incident, but she had done her best to look presentable. She answered every question with steady confidence, even when her mind kept drifting back to the man in the elevator and the strange burning sensation that refused to leave her shoulder blades.
The interviewers were professional, polite, and impossible to read. They asked about her experience, her ideas for brand campaigns, and how she handled pressure. She gave them honest answers, occasionally making them smile with a dry comment or two.
At the end of the interview, the senior recruiter leaned forward with a pleasant smile.
