Behind The Mask

What was happening?

Why would Victoria prowl her in this manner? She wondered, her thoughts orchestrating her to a more diverse dimension, waiting for the first question to be tossed at her.

Expecting the worst.

“How old are you, Olivia Reynolds?” Victoria put forward her first question.

“I understand you are above 20.”

Of course.

How can she not be above twenty? Did she have the look of a kid?

Was she considered to be below twenty and a graduate with a degree at the same time?

Is this not the same Mrs. Blackwell she was in love with days ago? Was this not the woman she admired so much and was looking forward to seeing again, maybe at the shop?

“I am 24,” she said after so much thought. Her back relaxed on the extended chair, her eyes wide open as she was beginning to get exhausted from the interview already. “I will be twenty-five in a few months.”

“I see,” the older woman jotted down something on the computer system with the help of the keyboard. “Twenty-four, going to twenty