Chapter Fourteen

“Name,” he stated, a deep accent lacing the singular, blunt word.

Clara cleared her throat and wiped her sweaty palms on her grey pencil skirt. “Hello,” she said, “My name is Clara Serim” she smiled nervously at the authority figure seated on a large leather chair behind a dark, polished marble desk so large it almost took up the entire length of the office.

Roth didn’t glance in her direction as she walked forward and placed her resume on his desk with shaky hands.

“Take a seat,” he muttered, still staring intently at his computer screen.

Clara nodded, even though she knew he wasn’t going to be paying attention to the gesture. “Thank you.” she took a seat in one of the navy coloured leather chairs that were placed in front of his desk, and gripped the arm of the chair with such force that she watched her knuckles turn white.

A few silent moments passed before his dark eyes flickered in her direction briefly, and then doing a double take.

Clara eyes widen slightly and she swallowed f