Vera's POV: It's not surprising that everyone was staring at me. I'm a woman in her late twenties wearing a baby strap across her back. I approach the secretary, who raises an eyebrow and asks, "Are you here for the interview today?"I nodded firmly, hoping she wouldn't kick me out."Name, please," she inquired."Vera Brown," I said, shaking Marisa up and down as her small hand gripped mine. My gaze is drawn to her name badge, which reads Cheryl Yurtsever.Cheryl's smiled, a genuine and warm one. "He's a sweetheart," she said, handing me a phone number.I grab the number from her hand before leaning in, causing her eyes to widen. "She is indeed pretty," I murmured as I reached into my back pocket and slapped the bow on her head. Earlier, while I was walking in, the bow kept slipping off, so I kept it away. But now I can see why it is necessary. At the time, I was wondering if Lisa felt the same way.Cheryl put her hand in front of her lips, "That's no-"I place my finger in front of
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