Good, he got her this time

Her gaze flickered over her image in the mirror one more time. She ran her hands over her flat tummy. In the red suit pants and jacket she was wearing, she seemed to appear fierce and confident; everything that she was currently not.

She looked up at her hair. The blonde strands had been tied above her head in a stiff ponytail. Her baby hair edges were perfectly laid by Emily, who she had woken up two hours ago to get it done.

Roxanne had repeated her mock interview in front of her mirror over and over, still, she was worried. Perhaps it was because of how sharp a contrast her red lipstick was from her complexion. Emily had said it would complete her "I'm the best woman for this job so don't fuck with me and pass such an opportunity" look. Roxanne didn't know if she agreed or not, what she knew now, was that she was nervous as fuck.

It was funny how she had long awaited this day, the day where she would finally be allowed to take a leap back into the labour force of the United Stat