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the internship that she had applied for, but there
was no real way for Edwards to know that about her already; she
didn’t give him her resume, and she didn’t know whether or not he
would have gotten the resume from the man she had originally
interviewed with.
     
    As Gabrielle began to get ready, she wondered
about the fate of the man she had interviewed with idly; she
pondered if Edwards had even discussed the situation with him at
all. Gabrielle thought that depending on how the interview went,
she would ask about it. She carefully pulled her hair back and into
a neat bun, securing it with a few hairpins whose green crystal
tips would stand out against her hair attractively as well as
coordinating with her outfit.
     
    She had decided on a vivid green blazer, cut
in such a way as to emphasize her curves, paired with a black skirt
that fell just a little bit shorter than the one she had worn to
her first interview. Under the blazer, Gabrielle wore an off-white
blouse with a slightly plunging neckline that revealed just a
little bit of cleavage—while not being overtly sexual. Gabrielle
stood before her mirror, admiring herself in the outfit while she
applied makeup carefully, sticking with the simplest touches. She
only wanted to give herself a fresh, clean appearance, and she
wasn’t going out with friends, after all. Gabrielle stood back and
smiled at herself, thinking that she looked flawlessly professional
while also looking attractive and just a little bit sexual. She
hoped that Edwards would appreciate the distinction; she certainly
felt more confident and powerful as she stepped into her favorite
pair of black patent heels, gathering her portfolio case and a
small purse before she left her apartment.
     
    When she arrived at the building that housed
Edwards Industrials, Gabrielle went to the main reception desk on
the ground floor. She realized that she really didn’t have any idea
of where Tyler Edwards’ office was—and that was an important
detail. She waited for the receptionist to look up from the phone
call she was on, glancing around and taking in the subdued luxury
of the décor. Gabrielle had gone through the lobby so quickly the
week before that she hadn’t really noticed how much the design of
the lobby had focused on pulling in light from outside—vaulting
windows, bright metal, and plenty of space in spite of the people
quickly moving through on various errands. “Yes, Miss?” the
receptionist said, looking up as she put down the phone. Gabrielle
smiled politely.
     
    “Hi, my name is Gabrielle Young and I have an
interview with Tyler Edwards. Could you direct me to his office?”
Gabrielle felt a stab of insecurity; it was unlikely that Edwards
did very many interviews at the level he was at. What if the
receptionist didn’t believe her? Gabrielle told herself firmly that
she would just find the secretary she had seen him with before and
get instructions from that woman if it came to it. She had arrived
in good time, and even if she was delayed by the need to find out
where to go, she would arrive punctually five minutes before their
appointment. The woman looked at her with sharp curiosity.
     
    “If you’ll excuse me one moment, so I can
confirm?” Gabrielle nodded, feeling the tension ease inside of her
somewhat. A second irrational fear sprung up to replace the first:
what if, after making the date with her, Edwards had instead
instructed that when she showed up she was to be escorted out by
security, as a way of humiliating her in turn for barging in on him
with the secretary? Gabrielle swallowed against the tightness in
her throat as the receptionist murmured softly, the words so quiet
that Gabrielle couldn’t even make them out. The next instant, the
woman was putting the phone down and smiling brightly up at her, a
look of new respect in her eyes. “Mr. Edwards has been informed of
your arrival. You need to take elevator five up to his office—it’s
the only one that reaches