55. A SNEAKY LINK

Orla was slammed with restiveness as she sat with a group of Architects in the reception of Bernadoz Construction Company.

The interview phase was over, and they were anxiously waiting for results, but Orla wasn't having it well. Her anthropophobia had activated in ample form as people surrounded her, she was far from being comfortable.

Callan had dropped her three hours ago. She was now done with the interview, waiting for the result and Callan to come pick her up as promised.

"Is this seat taken?" A hunky black guy towered above her, his dark brown eyes gleaming with lechery as he made Orla's cleavage the cynosure of his eyes.

She almost blamed herself for wearing that dress, but it wasn't all bad. It was a decent dress, just that this guy over here just derived pleasure in being a pervert.

"Not taken," she mumbled, focussing her attention back to the bald receptionist who had started calling in the applicants for their results.

They were more than thirty, it was certain she would n