Why would she be hired to do a job that she’d insisted she couldn’t do? That’s not how interviews work. If you’re interviewing someone and they tell you they can’t do the job, you just don’t hire them.
Then again, nothing about that interview had been normal. He’d done everything he could to get a rise out of her. First he’d started shoveling bullshit on her. He’d brought out all the sexist misogynistic crap, to see how long she’d take it. And when she turned it around, when she had refused to play his game, he’d set in on her, asking if she was gay.
Why that? Why ask if she was gay? Was it the hair?
Autumn pulled herself out of her chair and walked over to her mirror. On the way, she slipped on a sweater so she wouldn’t be wearing the outfit she’d worn at the diner. She stood and looked at herself. Her hair was short. It had been shorter when she’d met Jennings. But she didn’t look gay. It wasn’t the butch look. She looked like a punk. Why gay?