Carmen's POV Maddox Elite Training Facility was one of those places that looks like it was designed by someone who thinks minimalist luxury was a personality. Glass walls, black steel beams, everything was gleaming and polished. Even the air smells expensive, like eucalyptus and money.Trying not to look around, I walked in, clutching my tote bag like it was a shield. When I got to the receptionist desk, she gave me the same look someone would give to a stray dog that wandered into a jewelry store.“Are you here for the interview?” she asked, her voice neutral.“Yes,” I nodded. "Carmen Vega, I was scheduled for eleven o’clock,” I added. She studied me for a few more minutes before she picked up the phone, murmured something into it and then gestured for me to take a seat. The couch in the waiting area was so white that a single stain was going to be so obvious. Cautious, I perched on the edge, careful not to leave a stain.A few minutes later, a man in a tailored navy suit appea
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