Yes, she said, tapping the folder in her lap. I keep an eye on all candidates for certain positions. You are on my list for a logistics coordinator role.
Do you know why? Ryan shook his head slowly. Your resume is… unconventional, she continued.
Marine Corps veteran, two commendations for bravery, small business owner for three years, volunteer at a community shelter. You’re not just qualified. You’re resourceful.
But HR said you’d never make it past the formal process. Too rough around the edges. His stomach knotted.
And they were right. I didn’t even get in the room. She leaned back, crossing her legs.
That’s the flaw in the system. The wrong people decide who gets a shot. I prefer to see for myself.
Her gaze softened. And this morning, I did. Ryan looked away, staring at the rain streaking the tinted glass.
I wasn’t trying to impress you. I just… I know, she said, cutting him off.
That’s the point. The SUV slowed, turning into a private garage beneath one of the tallest towers. As the doors closed behind them, Ava set the folder aside.
You’ve got one chance to prove yourself, Mr. Mitchell. Not in six months. Not next week.
Right now. He raised an eyebrow. What’s the catch?
No catch, she replied smoothly. Just a problem no one else has been able to solve. The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out without looking back.
You helped me out of the mud, Ryan. Let’s see if you can do the same for my company. The elevator ride to the top floor was silent, except for the faint hum of the motor…
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