DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET.
A quiet, polite woman wearing a neat blue suit walked into the study, holding a clean leather folder against her side as she offered me a respectful nod.
"Good morning, Mrs. Zander, thank you so much for meeting with me today regarding the secondary assistant position," Clara said, stepping forward with a calm, composed attitude as Mark stood near the hallway door.
"Good morning, Clara, please take a seat across from me so we can discuss your work history and your references from downtown," I offered, gesturing toward the chair near the edge of the table.
Clara sat down quietly, opening her leather folder to hand me three signed reference letters alongside her updated employment record.