ALIANA

The conference room remains quiet but tensed as I sit at the head of the table with a tablet in front of me, looking through different profiles with my spine straight. Jenna lounges beside me like she owns the building—which, technically, she doesn’t, but in the spirit world she rules me alongside the whole building.

“Candidate number seven,” Jenna murmurs, looking at the file. “If this one lies about Excel again, I’m quitting corporate life.”

I snort. “You said that after candidate four.”

“And I meant it emotionally. Seriously Aliana what are you really looking for?".

I exhale "I guess I've lost myself for too long dealing with Dominic...