"Mrs Johnson couldn't be here, she asked me to do the interview in her place."

Ben felt her warm hands touch his, when she shook him. So, she wasn't Mrs Johnson, he had been overthinking everything just now. He looked at her face while shaking her hands, an unnoticeable smile of relief escaping his lips. He thought she still looked beautiful with her hair poured down.

"Please sit." He ushered taking his own seat, his eyes never leaving her face the whole time. She swallowed before seating on one of the two chairs opposite to him.

She took out one of the papers containing Mrs Johnson's questions for the interview...