I tentatively sit down in a chair in the conference room at the university’s administrative building. I’m still not feeling the greatest, but I’m feeling well enough to make this appointment. Plus, I don’t think that anything could stop me from coming to this interview.
I slowly glance around the room as my fingers fidget while I try to rest my hands on my lap. A slight chill rushes through my body, but I’m not going to leave.
As soon as Mint has told me about the job opening, I want it. No. I don’t just want it. I need to get this job.
Not only will it allow me to have access to the Dean’s office, so I wouldn’t have to sneak the food to Mint anymore, but I can also see the Dean’s face every day. Mint keeps telling me that the Dean smiles every time he sees the food container. I want to see if for myself. I want to know that it makes him happy.