Though Kayla was utterly perplexed as to who this woman was, she seemed as inviting and welcoming as someone that had been looking forward to her arrival for weeks. She watched her sit, trying to read anything about her in the way she carried herself. Years of practicing as an attorney had left Kayla with a rudimentary grasp of body language, how to tell when someone was saying something without speaking a word. But this woman seemed eager. Barely restrained. About what?
The longer she spoke, the more Kayla began to wonder if she had the wrong room. Tapping the tip of her pen against the legal pad, she watched the other woman a moment, feeling the cold grip of realization around her heart.
"Wait," she said as the brunette began on and on about her multi-tasking skills. "I'm sorry, it sounds like you're here for a job interview, is that it? I'm really worry, I don't know who gave you my name, but I don't conduct interviews." Her tone was gentle and even, as encouraging as she could make it. "We'll talk to the secretary and get this straightened out. I'm so sorry about this."