"I am." She offered a hand. "Pleasure to meet you."
Although Sarissa looked like she was barely out of high school, she carried herself with a quiet assurance that suggested much more experience. This was, after all, not her first interview. Nor was it even her hundredth. She'd been in the workforce long before women were common in the workplace.
Her smile was warm, holding the light of a clear summer morning. "Thank you for meeting with me."