Scarlett POV
Two weeks.
That was how long I'd been walking into offices, smiling through interviews, answering the same questions, and pretending I wasn't exhausted.
By the end, I had five solid offers sitting in my inbox.
Five.
And somehow, I still couldn't make myself choose one.
Maybe that was why I agreed to one more interview.
One last interview.
Then I'd pick a job, sign the paperwork, and start putting the mess of the past few weeks behind me.
At least, that was the plan.
I was three blocks from the building when the car ahead of me slammed on its brakes.
I hit mine a second later.
The tires screamed against the pavement.
My car swerved.
For one terrifying second, I was certain I was going to rear-end him.
I jerked the wheel and barely missed his bumper.
My heart ham
