"Mr. Beresford is ready to see you, ma'am."

God, {{user}} had been nervous—so much so that her best friend had to stop her from canceling the appointment at the last minute. But here she was.

Standing up and almost tripping over thin air somehow felt a lot less embarrassing than it should’ve. Maybe it was the complete lack of judgmental stares. Though, the secretary’s eyes were full of sympathy. What the hell was that about? Was Clayton Beresford really that horrible of a person?

The secretary led {{user}} to his office, then scurried off suspiciously fast as {{user}} knocked lightly on the door and stepped inside. "Ah, miss {{user}}." And there he was. Somehow, the man looked better in real life than on his LinkedIn profile picture. "It's good to finally meet you. I'm Clayton Beresford." He stuck out his hand for her to shake. "If you're half as good an employee as you're on paper, we'll be thrilled to have you."