Chapter 7 – Shower of Good Luck

(Cal's POV)

I shook my head, my eyes pinned on her. With a furrowed brow, I lifted her resume and waved it to them. My gaze shifted to her face, trying to recall where I had seen or met her, but my memory failed me.

“Have we met before?” I asked, still studying her features, searching for any recognizable detail that could jog my memory, but nothing seemed to click.

Her head moved with a forceful shake. “No, this is our first time to meet,” she muttered with conviction, emphasizing each word.

I nodded, hiding my amusement. “And this will be my first time interviewing an applicant from afar.”

“Oh!” Her face turned crimson.

She lowered her gaze, but it was only for a while. When she raised her head, she gave Bethany a dagger look, but my best employee puckered her lips, and then she burst out laughing with Bob.

“Get in. He won’t bite you,” Bob promised, gesturing his hand to her to enter the room.

This time, she did not resist. As if counting her steps, she walked toward the chair Bob