(Cassidy)
A week had passed since Harlow made the call and now it was Monday morning, the day of the interview.
I'd spent most of it going back and forth about what to wear. Dane had watched me change three times this morning and hadn't said a word which was either very wise or very smart. Probably both.
I'd settled on something simple. Nothing that looked like I was trying too hard. Nothing that looked like I wasn't trying at all.
Harlow had texted me the night before.
Just be yourself. Greta doesn't do pretense.
I'd read it twice and put my phone down.
Be yourself.
I'd never had to walk into a professional setting and introduce myself as just Cassidy. No context. No club. No history attached.
Just me.
That was more nerve wracking than I expected.
I parked outside the office a
