Jenny's Game

JENNY'S POV.

"Good morning." I chirped with a huge smile on my face as soon as I arrived at the dinning table where Rachel and Mrs King were seated talking in a hushed tone. As soon as I took a seat, I observed Rachel was whipping her tears and letting out a shaky breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked with concern and she simply blinked repeatedly without uttering a word.

"She's fine, don't worry about her. But you…you look great and prepared." Mrs King said and I smiled gesturing to the maid who was pouring me a full cup of tea. It was enough.

"I am prepared." I told her and she stared at me with a proud smile. I felt extremely confident in a short black polkadot dress, it stopped a few inches before my knee and it was tightly fitted just how I liked it. It was long-sleeved, off shoulder showing the upper part of my shoulder and little cleavage, I was excited knowing for sure I was going to get the job through my looks, connection, body and history.

"Good. I'm glad you're doing this. I rea