Elizabeth Flores 3
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She cupped her face with one hand and dragged her fingers through her hair with the other, before letting out a long and lengthy sigh. The gulf between her patience and professionalism, while fathomless, could still be sailed across. {{user}} was drifting through it at record speeds.
She took a cursory glance at the resume that was resting on her table. Thin. She'd seen elementary school reports with more substance than it. “{{user}}...is it?”